Jay
Hold the gun at eye level, I ain't afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nikka say "hi" to the devil
I blind with the bezel, I'm in line with the ghetto
What y'all nikka afraid of my mind or the metal
nikkas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the 9, so fukking with me just ain't the answer
I just can't lose when I was young I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got it from here
Don't sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that project in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years I've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves
In a time where we all move
Lets face it: either your dough chasing or basing
Lacing, crack's got you feelin' strong like Mason
Careful, any infiltration I'm leaving nikkas
Leaking more than just information
Lupe
But it wasn't easy to crack it, we wasn't fly
Had to get it off the ground pedaling
E.T. was in the basket, now it's sick
1st and 5th bought to come up like the last bullet in the clip
Click, a few didn't survive
It triggered something inside that gave me power, got a grip
Like the floor of the shower, now I hit
Anything that I set my sights on, no lights on
Silence is my 5th plead the 5th
I don't need a Japanese flag, Vash the Stampede of hip-hop, straight from the hip
Bang, no matter how the enemy bolsters I'm going to hold us down like the holdsters right up on my shoulders
Clappers, why don't you wait some more
Fire, it ain't safe no more
Cocksuckers pull backwards
I pull faster it's master
I haven't turned into guns like MegaTron
You just brushed upon the upper echelon
Gone
in the movie E.T, by putting ET in the basket of a bike, the kid managed to fly. Literally, got of the ground pedaling.
Hold the gun at eye level, I ain't afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nikka say "hi" to the devil
I blind with the bezel, I'm in line with the ghetto
What y'all nikka afraid of my mind or the metal
nikkas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the 9, so fukking with me just ain't the answer
I just can't lose when I was young I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got it from here
Don't sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that project in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years I've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves
In a time where we all move
Lets face it: either your dough chasing or basing
Lacing, crack's got you feelin' strong like Mason
Careful, any infiltration I'm leaving nikkas
Leaking more than just information
Lupe
But it wasn't easy to crack it, we wasn't fly
Had to get it off the ground pedaling
E.T. was in the basket, now it's sick
1st and 5th bought to come up like the last bullet in the clip
Click, a few didn't survive
It triggered something inside that gave me power, got a grip
Like the floor of the shower, now I hit
Anything that I set my sights on, no lights on
Silence is my 5th plead the 5th
I don't need a Japanese flag, Vash the Stampede of hip-hop, straight from the hip
Bang, no matter how the enemy bolsters I'm going to hold us down like the holdsters right up on my shoulders
Clappers, why don't you wait some more
Fire, it ain't safe no more
Cocksuckers pull backwards
I pull faster it's master
I haven't turned into guns like MegaTron
You just brushed upon the upper echelon
Gone
in the movie E.T, by putting ET in the basket of a bike, the kid managed to fly. Literally, got of the ground pedaling.









