Brooklyn's The Borough

I don't care about the name of your clothing designer

I'm fascinated by the attribute of Malcolm and Elijah

Hoopty when it's drama, we hoppin' out of the Mazda

Strip like Gaza, the coppers in the Impala

If not the pocket rocker, the chopper do somethin' proper

Shoot you out your shoes, get popped out of your Pradas

In '01, I was gettin' dollars with the robbers

Rob weed spots for hours in early hours

Skin smellin' like sour when they was blamin' Osama

So I was in the shower when they was droppin' the towers

Actin' like a mobster, you hassa? You an imposter!

Somethin' like spaghetti: tomatoes, garlic, and salsa

Bullets out the llama, the top is usually copper

You judgin' my persona, your honor, this is karma

Put an end to your saga with revolvers

McDonald's and Burger King guns and Big Mac and a Whopper

Eat your bodyguard, Kevin Costner, Jeffrey Dahmer

Old school, leather bomber, heavy armor

Damn, they love when I was flowin' on the stoop

But hated on me when I started flowin' in the booth

You a contradiction and they know you was a fluke

So they said, "That's the same nigga you told us was the truth"

You a lame, I know you wouldn't shoot

You make me wanna take your chain off

Your neck and throw it on the roof

A spark to a flame, a flame to a fire

A fire to a blaze, I'm burnin' all you liars

I'm the bad guy in the movie that keep comin' back

The kid that can't die no matter where I get clapped

I never back down from no man

And, mami, when you go down, don't use no hands

Look, my semi-automatic fully loaded

Empty in the informant's face then reload it

Shorty can't give me head if she ain't gon' deep throat it

I'm the realest rapper to ever touch the mic and the streets know it

I break a DJ arm if he don't play my shit

I'm the kid when you was young your moms didn't want you to play with

They used to call me mischievous

I never was a follower, I'm the example of what a leader is

I'm in the game for real, my nigga, I don't know how they ball

You gotta cop a brick, them better, we don't do 8-Ball

You gotta hustle harder, they can't see me yet

I don't see 'em like Stevie Wonder ain't see his kids yet