[Verse 1]
I ain't even gotta give this too much thought
Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different
I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York
You the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'till I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?
When we met you said it's an honor, man
The YAOWA man can spit
Maybe that's why you left me out of that sh**
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat
It gotta get ripped
You rich rappers can't respond
With all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear
The kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this sh**
Real hip hop in this b**h
The apocalypse has fell upon us
Watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I've been a monster
Shorty, I can get bit and never turn
I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium
For whack awards that y'all n***as get
Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that b**h
Cause I don't big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims
All chitlins when a n***a trying to eat
I'll see to it
Y'all missing like a whino n***a teeth
Anybody can get it
Old n***a, new n***a, him n***a, you n***a
One n***a, two n***a, a few n***as
I do n***as harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards
Put that telly you trying to check in
That property is ours
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day
Yeah, that's where the boss stay
You no hear that? Oh yay
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye
Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo [?] they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king
But that's the west coast
I'm from this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster
And [?] you're such a sweetie and guess what
I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me
But back to these bars, I'm hungry,
This beat is gon' feed the needy
Y'all looking like grannys ziti
Zucchini out in Tahiti
On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I f** her and take her out for fries in the panini
I ain't a rap n***a, I'm a n***a that rap
Before this - y'all saw the cipher
I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human version is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap
And tell Earth s** it, tell the planet try it
I turn this b**h into the Independence Day
Without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, put a [?] composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'
That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission
You set the bar high, I raised the bar higher
You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire