Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shyt well, cause I'm really gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?
Most nikkas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap nikkas on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
nikka I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shyt a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshyt was signed
Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
nikka I'm straight gutta, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shyt blow shyt smash shyt tow shyt
On some sho' shyt hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep nikkas in awe with the old shyt
No shyt, and I don't give a fukk who you go get
I fold shyt like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shyt, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fukk around with Jay?
No mo' shyt, Cristals get dough shyt
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shyt
Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only the respect feds, beat cops know shyt
I'm pro slick, the dopest nikka to your brain, the comatose shyt
Cause after all, what's my name, oh shyt!
Hop off the slave ship
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bytch like "nikka we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shyt that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shyt that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nikka watch your tone
I come to court with black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline's crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido, sucio
The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we made it
Bootleggers, bombing, Bin Laden
I'm still crackin'
I will not lose, I simply refuse
I dropped the same date as the Twin Towers
I show power
Still I show compassion for others, sent money and flowers
Devote hours
I live in the struggle, I'm addicted to the hustle
I'm conflicted because, dude
America, this land of mine
Is filled with prisoners, with the same plans as mine
So I'm a walking contradiction
On one hand I love my position
But easily I could have been in that prison
And no, I am not a Christian, though I believe in God
But I don't believe in the devil, my beliefs are odd
If we the people was given freewill from God
How could He give the people freewill, without giving you E-vil?
We will hold it together, believe in the Roc
Long after you leave the spot
Long after my breathing stops
My spirit remains vibrant, I will lead the flock
And that's the tip of the iceberg
You might hear Christ's words in my scriptures
But I only write it for my nikkas
Yep
