[Verse 1]
I'm the original, one that n***as be biting
But fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it
I been wrecking sh** before thousand BC
Back in the days, n***a on your TV
Back when my n***a King Tee was the coolest
When 1580 still had the Mack Attack
It was just head fool busting on the west
I was just like the pinky, now the sh**'s stinky
The Great Elephant is what they call me around the way
Cause I be stomping mothaf**ers all day, uh
King of the jungle, listen to my roar
I be wrecking sh**, keeping hoochies on the floor
They be getting hot, but I don't give a damn
I be caressing the mic when I hit jams
Thinking in morning crone until I'm thru
Cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you
Uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle
But how many n***as can I fit in my regal?
n***as came lift me in my place I live
Because of all the funky a** sh** that I give
I got hypocrite n***as balls hanging in the back
Now go and take your pick and make it kind of quick
Cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm coming
Every time they hear I'm coming is when fools they start running
Fifty thousand troops looking like the Middle East
The sh** I have to do, just to get a little piece
Cause busters, they wanna be chilling
With that n***a that be calling the villain
Can you blame them?
As I direct my boogie ain't water down
My boogie be thumping and hitting fools way across town
Planners be digible, n***as stay cool
Coming up with fat sh** sitting on Pharaoh's stool
As I think into my self but I never talked back
As I walk to the shack
Everyday that I'm living n***as be tripping
Cause all the funky sh** that I be giving
It's like, yeah I'm still here, still in the game
I'm making that funky sh** cause ain't nothing change
n***as they wanna know what's up, I'm still chilling
Yeah, I'm still the villain, yeah, I make the k**ing
I carry my big stick, walk down the block
Roll through Compton with my n***a Rocc
It's Ren the Mad Scientist busting tight a** raps
Cause the n***a gotta make snaps
There's too many clowns up on the juke box
Too many itty-bitties occupying the Rap City
So I'mma call Don Corleone with bad news
And make n***as enough of that they can't refuse
So hold your breath whenever I bust a verse
And hold on tight because it gets much worse
I set b**by traps where ever that I kick it
But you can't come and kick it cause n***as might stick it
Ain't no warning down n***as on these streets
And ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats
A mad scientist straight outta CPT
That don't give a f** if he can't MC