Verse 1
You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners,
pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla,
Stacking that skrilla in a legal way, rock stadiums from
Nicaragua down to San Tropez, Hey, And I aint even gotta
curse in my raps, I keep it gully while I’m spitting
this fire on hot tracks, my skills speak for themselves,
I’m like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking
the bells, The Sly Stallone of the microphone, I’m
old school like Special K, Turbo and Ozone, rep for my
people like I’m Che Guevara, wit a derby and linen
pants plus a guallavera, Oh, I’m so sick they sending
ambulances to resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashing,
cash advances, and top brand fashion, guaranteed to rock
the spot and keep the party peeps dancing.
Verse 2
I Had to switch up the flow for all the DJ’s spinning
wax in the club, so when ya hear my joint yall better turn
it up, louder, Suvelo, blast that music bro, respect the
flow, ya listening to a music pro, the Burt Bacharach of
rap is back ready to make ya move ya body and lean back like
Joe Crack, so get ya hands in the air and wave them back
and forth in the atmosphere, I know ya wondering if the rumors
are true, believe the hype, I am the dopest rapper to come
through wit brand new series of rap arts like kung fu, you
don’t believe me, ya crew could get hung to, I run
through anybody opposing, Don’t make me have to tell
you again, I’m Gods chosen, like Peter, Mathew, Mark,
Luke and John, now everybody just bounce to this new hit
song, What!
Verse 3
From sold out arenas to the silver screen, I move crowds
and drop hits that make the people scream, stack cream,
get chauffeured in stretched out limousines, I’m
a hot Album, you just a ahhh 16, T-Bone is hard as it gets
and I don’t fly first class, why? I travel with chef’s
on private jets, That’s why you mad and upset, hommie
I paid my dues though, been ripping these mic’s since
tape decks, so place your bets, I’m the best yet,
move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks, I got
next, like the WNBA, defeating me is like blacks joining
the KKK, It won’t happen, like hoods without guns
clapping, or hip-hop wit no DJ’s and MC’s rapping,
It’s contradictory, none of you’ll ever get
wit me, the dopest to ever breath on a mic and claim victory.