[Intro:Eraa]
Watch me..
(Chuckles)
[Verse 1: Eraa]
Watch me turn flex into a terrorist
Hot 97 is 9/11 for all of them bombs he dropped while hearing this
I'm more than just a lyricist, Now picture this
Big Pun Big Daddy Kane mixed with Big L, Hol up
I beens popping since Big Poppa was Popular
Rocking a Coogi collar Who Shot Ya getting his dollars up
So n***a f** yo Twitter I'm Mohommad with these followers
Even Maury can vouch on the fact that I father you n***as
Cause I'm smarter my n***a
Nose bleeds with the flow above all of you n***as
But yaull don't f**ing hear me!
I've been doing this clearly for ten years fear me
But not as long as them legends that's been here yearly
Sincerely I write my pen here carries
A lot of blood its scary my skin hairs nearly
Stood up when I wrote this sh**
I cook up when I flow this sick, Man can this be a sign!
Lord is it time, For me to face lift with these witty lines
Cause the games looking ugly ask Amanda Bynes
That's why I go in flip mode when I bust a rhyme
Now whos the leaders of this New School?
Cause I'm about to cramp ya style
By giving you a charlie horse for thinking that you Charlie Brown
Me I'm more like Bobby Brown, Cause the game needs a New Edition
And I'm here to audition, I'm the one that yaull missing hey
Where I'm from you f** around with no hesitation
All you gonna see is caps flying like its graduation
Bold statements made by the Long Island natives
White chalk on them sidewalks, Traced on the pavements
Ion say sh** n***a you find me in the basement
Recording music this therapy got me escaping
All the sh** that's going on up stairs
Gorilla warfare and hoes trynna have an affair
But these b**hes ain't sh** like a urinal
I only f** with thick ones that's word to Tariel
My uncle send me beats and I repeat them on stereos
Thinking Ohh I'm about to k** em like Terio
And that's what I did!
I had to drive while you n***as just stood there
Kevin Gates I don't get tired, I'm trynna see good year
Reminisce on the times having cyphers on them wood stairs
Back in L.I. why that's what I rep cause boy my hood there
Oh yeah, Let me slow it down, On some conceited sh**
I got the best flow around, I just dissed you n***as
Yaull send shots but my grip is sicker
Lyrically a Smith and Wesson when I click it hit ya
Bow, On a T Shirt
My life a motion picture watch my dreams work
Cause I be rapping for days spitting bars in the booth like its nothing
So ahead of my time they thing I'm Benjamin bu*ton
I'm blunted, For a quick sec
How you the sh** but havn't pissed yet
Boy I got so much gold handed down from my pops
That I keep some Jew-els like I'm false claiming Dipset ha
You want to take it then take it but be ready n***a
Not in your dreams I make it seem like Freddy hit ya
No k**er but don't push me or let me n***a
I break a jaw like Ed Edd and Eddie n***a
Prolly why all my friends left quick
Not even Jesus could've trust the ones he broke bread with
(Forreal) I rather have four quarters then a hunnit pennies
You know some ride or die n***as to go and run it with me
Not no back stabbing savage laughing dragging you backwards On some Criss Cross, You average f*ggot, So son it hit me
No nine fifty, I'm New Eraa
Ain't nobody safe nah, I'm coming for whoever
b**h I'm head hunting I don't care if you wear a
Crown for a hat, I'll chain snatch that Tera
(Aww Man)
I know you hate when I check the mic
Ambidextrous, I'm k**ing n***as left to right
Then catch a flight, Back to where I rep alright
You know the state of N.Y. where Flex is hyped, n***a
But can't wait till I'm touring your country
Taking dough see this flow will leave Austria Hungary
Word up, You need faith if you wanna do it big
The millionaire the mansion is what I'm trynna live
And yaull don't really live what yaull say in yaull hooks
Trust me, There's no such thing as half way crooks
What you know about the front line, With them sharp shooters
Yaull some wannabe warriors Mr. Cooper
Talking that bullsh**, That you gonna pull sh**
Bootleg n***as fronting like they got the full clip
Me I see green and get my Ray John on
Hoodie on my head time to get my Trayvon on
Arizona in my left hand, Skittles in the right
Two stepping pa** them cops just to get them n***as tight
Alright if you wanna stare
But if you dare try to shoot best be aware
Real rap I'm the truth like Sojourner here
I go bananas like fruit yaull ain't in my peer, But I don't care
Look, Imma do me homie that incest
Bagging up women like every other minute
King Solemen had 700 wives 300 concubines
Why can't I have a mistress
Keep it real rap I think its best you know
My careers dedonated I was set to blow
I got a case full of stairs yeah, Steps to go
Plus I'm popping like molly's , No sweat to show
Hol up
I won't stop until I'm ripping
I'm cold like them bad kids stocking on Christmas
Meaning I rap like presents I'm gifted
The hottest in the makings and yaull just here to witness
Eraa..
My voice got hoarse as sh**
[Outro: Eminem (8 Mile)]
f** the beat, I'll go a capella
f** a Papa Doc, f** a clock, f** a trailer, f** everybody
f** y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of f**ing white trash, I say it proudly
And f** this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me