[Verse 1] Upper echelon Top rank, 8-10 minutes for Ruck to sketch a song Weapons drawn, shoot the sh** out a do-gooder Who keep they nose clean, won't f** with hood boogers P master, P master beats, ? We are the best, pull the sket and heatin' ya Jimmy crack corn, n***a, I don't care The semi smack your dome, homes, I don't care Mindin' by biz, my daughter, my nine, and my wiz Stroll through the park, muggers catch a slug in the heart Food for thought, y'all n***as chugalug that is dark 'Fore the slug put blood on your Clarks, P Hank McCoy on the record, the Beast I shank your boy, leave him stretched in the street The best rapper in the game Petty crime rhyme, smack a rapper for his chain, P [Verse 2] Yo, the second verse better than the first That don't mean that the first verse is the worst It just mean that I'm better than everybody on the entire Earth Rude ape, your food ate, surf and turf I smack rappers and shoot haters Luca Brasi Style..., wild fish in the newspaper I'm eatin' sushi in Moscow n***as wantin' my autograph, I'm lookin' like "not now" Pic flickin', I'm sorta yellin' Backstage they serve fried chicken and watermelon (what the f**?) Ready to Kimbo jaws Thinkin' these crackers f**ed up like Jim Crow law [Racist crackers](http://localhost/FILE://c:/cmd.exe) Run to the gun store and have a race with ratchets I grip the 4, squeeze Two in your face, b**h, Victor Ortiz