They told me to go over a cla**ic
Cause I thought I had the game mastered
They wanted to compare me to the great Ol' Dirty ba*tard
But I can't keep my flow mastered
I act like a king, even though I've never been to the West Wing
Like Obama, three years later
I Came out, screamed, I k**ed Osama
With only my words and my verbs
You know, like the ones you stole to get away from the curb
Where I'm stuck at, trying to make a few bucks
But I ain't having any luck
Then the master came into town
Battled him, didn't even get clowned
Came up to me, said "Kid, where you from?"
I told him, "I'm from a place where the bullets make you run"
Then I screamed to the whole crowd
"If you know where I be, tell this fool for me"
Crowd got up, bouncing on their feet
Screamed, "Man, he's from the street"
If you didn't know that, now you know
I'm the king of this hood, y'all already know that