Joell Ortiz - k** At Will: The Final Chapter lyrics

[Intro: Big Daddy Kane] Ortiz Token Chris Rivers Kane [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Hand me a cane, I'm back like Bruce Wayne up to bat Versus Bane, lay you flat like Kane, half steppin' Due to my box, who do I not make look doodoo? Soon as I hop on the music it usually stop (um...) Y'all gon do something to me or not? Been here forever, poppin' sh** like my booty's a Glock Feel like I'm better than whoever you could ever put together Leather sweater, Cali weather, yeah, I'm brutally hot Like clippers on a garbage barber, Gaza Strip bomber Screaming "Allahu Akbar," armageddon War weapons are strong armour Warm lava fallin' on ya till your forearm's a goner I thought I forewarned ya I'm a monster Partner, been on this mic longer than Bob Barkers I go bonkers with the metaphor Simile, double and triple entendres, it's been an honour Wait, I ain't done yet I done left put your boy lights out, call it a sunset Ain't even get to my guns yet I gotta young Tech that still sound like a Smith & Wesson tounge set Brrrt, blat—bla—back, no more lung breath Coughin', coffin on top of coffins — bunkbeds Take a nap while they play it back, the only way to rap And get dap from Big Daddy Kane at [Hook: Big Daddy Kane] Cause I ill and k** at will Teach 'em a sk** that's real, you're no thrill So just stand still and chill as I build Science I drill until my rhymes fill Your head up, don't even get up The teacher is teaching, so just shut up [Pre Verse Ad-Lib: Token] Oh, oh, oh sh**! [Verse 2: Token] My price went up By the time I end this sh** it's going twice as up I ain't stoppin' till I'm on a pedestal Big Daddy Kane is on And ragin' on anyone who ain't as high as us I guess I changed us, these are smart raps But the labels see it well I only take the meaningful one Really basic reason To shake hands with presidents Take their money out their pocket with my left 'cause I'm ambidextrous Token is a man, remember it Mark my words like a spanish emphasis (Damn, who let him in?) Man is very sick Ambulance is with cans of medicine Can't be helpin' him, chance is lesser than Anorexic with random presents Big as Pamela Anderson's, then you get to Enhance your penmanship and the question is Can you mess with his plan just when it is Manifested with fans who represent Of course not You're not really up to a whole lot Oh God, actin' like a slow-mo robot Tell me what control y'all Is it money? You tryna get revenue? Five words I never said: I'm in debt to you You roll with contracts, I'm ownin' your a** That's what the fineprint telling you You don't wanna be my rival Nobody give me a reason to be k**in' every one of my idols I'ma do anything if it's gonna be gettin' me any title But they sick of me I can tell they're sick of me when the sickness is going viral [Hook: Big Daddy Kane] Cause I ill and k** at will Teach 'em a sk** that's real, you're no thrill So just stand still and chill as I build Science I drill until my rhymes fill Your head up [Verse 3: Chris Rivers] Pa** me the mic I cane able like Kane came able to k** Abel So biblical, chemical flow hittin' you Syllables blow left in you n***as that smoke But this isn't your typical fictional Releast sh** that ever came out of you was your umbilical Tried to battle the mythical pinnacle of rap Pitiful, you're a**ed out like physicals And even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh** on you See, I can do that Living proof that rap never died and I can prove that Ooh, risen from the grave with the lyric in the page Got the Chi whole city screaming, "who that, who that?" Young, dirty n***a, but a nerd word flipper From my first word figured that I'd burn herb n***as Gotta learn curb flipper what you heard first stripper Selling Plan B pills verses pervert pictures, I'm the man Figured that quitter is filled up with liquor My liver richer than vigor, I threw the manilla bigger 'cause I can I'm spending Mr. Dinners I shiver shaking the winner While my sister's out flyin' to tropics gettin' tans Son of a stone n***a like Bam Bam Everybody gettin' the back, n***a, like TransAm Born psychotic, the Godmom of mob fights Hard life, step to the plate, it's a grand slam (Rivers!) [Hook: Big Daddy Kane] Cause I ill and k** at will Teach 'em a sk** that's real, you're no thrill, so ju...*Record Scratch* [Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane] The God in person, leave the b**h hurtin' Can't commence workin', prayin' for insurgence Lyrical venom that I put in 'em [?] to prevent when I pen 'em you can never defend 'em Fully gated, start to go in 'em It's in the genes, you can call the flow denim I breathe on tracks, lethal attack Got it covered, ain't no need to react When I come through I kick in the doors The cash behind me liftin' the fours Red fluid done tripped in the floors So when you stop bleedin' that's when my men'll pause Just 'stand you just can't withstand The hit span comin' from this man listen Y'all cats dream to expand I'm laminated, baby, you waitin' for wristbands [Hook: Big Daddy Kane] Cause I ill and k** at will Teach 'em a sk** that's real, you're no thrill So just stand still and chill as I bill Science I drill until my rhymes fill Your head up [Verse 5: Snow Tha Product] Oh, you want me back on that lyrical miracle type sh** You want me back where I started out with the flow You want me back to k**in' these b**hes quick As they tellin' a b**h to kick it, I'm tellin' a b**h to go I give 'em a chance to rip it, these b**hes just stand and fold I'm takin' the seven digits they figure is decimals I'm focused on bigger pictures, they're tripping on pixels But ain't no one colder than Ms Snow Man suprise me 'cause I see you comin' with no visine I'm risin', I'm makin' it hard to eye-to-eye me But I be predicting the move that you quite be So why do these b**hes use me, I might be Fly as f** or high as f** or both Hittin' 'em ridin' cut and jab and hook and go You can try your luck, but I am comfortable Because your timing's off, I'm rhymin' fast or slow It's not impossible is it that I'm just hotter when I'm spittin'? f**in' hostile when b**hes don't measure up half height Man, you gotta be kiddin' even if it was a given That you could pivot and spend it on a shot that you could take flight I'm a student, I learned from Pun and Em And I'm a got damn chopper and I earned the creds So word to Tech, I'm takin' this to earn the check Joell, tell 'em that I'm coming 'cause your girl is next [Hook: Big Daddy Kane] Cause I ill and k** at will Teach 'em a sk** that's real, you're no thrill So just stand still and chill as I build Science I drill until my rhymes fill Your head up, don't even get up The teacher is teaching, so just shut up