You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome
spinnersPulling up to the club wit a brim,
ice and the chinchillaStacking that skrilla in a legal
wayRock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez,
heyAnd I ain?t even gotta curse in my rapsI keep it
gully while I?m spitting this fire on hot tracksMy
skills speak for themselvesI?
m like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking
the bellsThe Sly Stallone of the microphoneI?
m old school like Special KTurbo and Ozone,
rep for my people like I?m Che GuevaraWit a derby and
linen pants plus a guallaveraOh,
I?m so sick they sending ambulancesTo resuscitate the
mic from my verbal thrashingCash advances and top brand
fashionGuaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party
peeps dancingI had to switch up the flow for all the
DJ?s spinning wax in the clubSo when ya hear my joint
y'all better turn it up, louderSuvelo,
blast that music broRespect the flow,
ya listening to a music proThe Burt Bacharach of rap
is back ready to make ya move ya bodyAnd lean back
like Joe CrackWoah, get ya hands in the airAnd wave
them back and forth in the atmosphereI know ya wondering
if the rumors are true, believe the hypeI am the dopest
rapper to come throughWit brand new series of rap arts
like Kung FuYou don?t believe me,
ya crew could get hung toI run through anybody opposingDon?t
make me have to tell you againI?
m Gods chosen like Peter, Matthew,
Mark, Luke and JohnNow everybody just bounce to this
new hit song, whatFrom sold out arenas to the silver
screenI move crowds and drop hits that make the people
screamStack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out
limousinesI?m a hot album,
you just a, ahh, 16T-Bone is hard as it gets and I
don?t fly first class, why?
I travel with chef?s on private jetsThat?
s why you mad and upset, homieI paid my dues though,
been ripping these mic?s since tape decksSo place your
bets, I?m the best yetMove the crowd and make ya bounce
like bad checksI got next like the WNBADefeating me
is like blacks joining the KKKIt won?
t happen, like hoods without guns clappingOr hip hop
wit no DJ?s and MC?s rappingIt?
s contradictory, none of you?
ll ever get wit meThe dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory