[Verse 1]
Most of the game is retarded/
And half of the roster aren't artists/
Checking this game for its fouls/
All I do is spew fire outta my mouth/
It's all peace and love, I'm from the South/
Strictly from the East Coast; I only follow what my beast knows/
Inner sanctum, all peace plus tranquility/
The next lightyears buzz, to beyond and infinity/
Serendipity, I've found mine willingly/
Even though it was unintended, it was only 60 seconds/
Just a minute; hold up, wait a minute/
Ski mask, small flask, two pitchers on a good hitter/
Tall gla**, no ghast, hot in the core; Earth's center/
Different ball game with a lift, perks for a winner/
Three stacks like André, pressed packs like ironed clothes k**a/
Hotter than a sauna in December in the winter/
I make antonyms and synonyms go together like pancakes for dinner/
Make a n***a sip on his own dust in this race to the finish/
Now I'm floatin' over heads like a halo; red spots, not a rash nor a blemish/
You can get a record for dodging the most bullets; put it in the Guiness/
Bars over everything, BOE; B–M-O-R-E, K-I-DD, G-O-D MC/
It's like a team's hot on defense but cold on offense/
I'm saying it needs to cool mo' D/
Bring that 'O' game like the Orioles is what we came to see/
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