Текст песни
King Magnetic, Grand Scale, what it is?
God Illa, Chino XL, it's a wrap!
Jers, P, one time, check it out
Domination in the first, exert light when I write
Manhandle the mic, rappers ain't got half of the fight
The beating like a feeding of wolves in the middle of night
Rap game like a loose chick, I'm giving her pipe
Dumb mouth like George Bush one, he off of the books
Pull bitches off the looks, queens took from the rook
Heart colder than Kid Frost buried in snow
Haters peep the audio and get bird though
Words explode like tempest on abusive husbands
Curb serve my work like I'm moving onions
On my grizzly every day so I'm true to hustling
PA nigga on the set, if I shoot you're ducking
Propane in my domain, look at the flame
Push the envelope of pain then I do it again
Web world where X sell, reaction is shame
Take you down quicker than Richie Valens in plane
And what it is? Live niggas in the spot
Chasing this guap, show you how to set up shop
And how it go? Ready to rock
Work around clock, thicken the plot, we rise to the top
And what it is? Live niggas in the spot
Chasing this guap, show you how to set up shop
And how it go? Ready to rock
Work around clock, thicken the plot, we rise to the top
One, one of the nicest
Two, twice as ill as when I came after Isis on the anthem
Three, Holy Trinity, God divinity, got the remedy
Not feeling me? You on anesthetics
Lyric chemist, my revenge is to poison penance
Annoy my sentence, my coin fetish
Is driving me drunk with Mel Gibson, shotgun with the pump
Ready to dump like the crib I grew up in
You can't match the hard swagger
You Russell Simmons in the bed with Kimora desperately needing Viagra
Mass hysteria, malaria come through your area
Chino bury you, burning you like the flag of America
In Bin Laden's crib, I got a lot of kids
I'm Puerto Rican, shaking chicks hand, she pregnant