Full Court (Clean Version)

The best of the best

Hey

A style you ain't heard in a while

Grab the mic, begin to bless it like 1, 2 check it

I'm a different kind of beast with the finest pedigree

We taking it all like a divorce, these rappers can't comport

We swoop like two hawks and show little remorse

For leaving rappers with just eight teeth like two forks

They know jack, so probably worship beanstalks

Ain't here for peace talks, we turn this to cream sauce

They hearing the priest walk

Blood pressure increased more

This is what it sounds like when MC's go to war

This is what it sounds like when MC's go to war

Cos' these fools flood the stores with pure horse manure

That style ain't couture, those rhymes won't endure

They crew unsecured like a table missing the fourth

A fable with no force, a stable with no horse

They paper ain't going north, they flava is getting torched

We sharp and burn rappers like razors that get scorched

We stand tall, so all these contenders will get dwarfed

Like kids playing a sport with giants on full court

My movement's in motion

Do you feel me though?

I think you should know this

Huh, these figures breaking my focus

I'm seeing wolves furs, but characters bogus

This one's authentic, that's a stencil persona

I know they missed me

Like some calls about some money owed

I'm built like thick racks, yeah I've come close

But I could never fold

I don't get provoked, I've been to war already

Line him through the sight, right through the telescope

I don't walk with many, everyone around me plays the field

My aim steady, If it's on a mic, I should be paid to kill

And If my set can't feel it, then it ain't real

Grip it like it's Pisa, with a slight tilt, I'm grit build

Grew up in the cold, my heart froze and now I'm weathered

Rain pours, I'm outdoors, I got rewards for my endeavours

See the storm, I don't abort

I sound the horn and send a message

I don't see no competition

I see most them niggas bitch made

They don't make the cut

Cos' when it's dark them niggas complain

See I'm still a ghost, I come and go

But I could never let the plan change

Get a call for war, I'm first to post just like a fan page

Hey

A style you ain't heard in a while

Do you feel me though?

Gonna' take a lot more than you're bringing to keep pace

I think you should know this

I think we the coldest

And we ain't never brittle, we brick so you can stone this

So send your best rappers to test us, we take the whole list

Don't matter if you just getting started or got a gold disc

Cos' this might be the day when I acquaint you with a cold fist

And have your buddies telling you, you really should have known this

The two of us will never go unnoticed

You should know we own this

So what's the diagnosis?

You should check your heart rate

Then you should check your phone list

And you should check my slide

All of these stripes, would think it's tiger print

Go weight up my respect, I'm too refined

I was designed to win

I don't stress my pen, it comes to mind when I require it

So how are we alike? I'm a machine and you admire it

You can't just be on this calibre

I don't sleep, I just repeat, there's snakes all over the ladders

Fuck with the best, they must be deaf

Think they could eat off my platter

Stick to the plan, don't miss a day like a calendar

Hey

A style you ain't heard in a while

Do you feel me though?

The best of the best

I think you should know this