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Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?

I have no fuckin' idea, man

Well you a legend, brother

And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?

Yo man, I been hip-hop since day one

I'm hip-hop frontline

These mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man

Yo, you been through it all, man

You were all city king of grafitti

Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man

I know your story, emcee

And you got full knowledge of self

You got all the elements of hip-hop

But you forgettin' the most important one

And what's that?

That's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game

And you stayin' in this mother fucker

They don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!

Yo, I don't give a fuck!

You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!

Kill this motherfuckin' game!

When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them

Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them

Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dump on 'em

He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' him

Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em

Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em

Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up

They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks

Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck

That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked

I'm from 30 Lenox

Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes

We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business

'Cause I'm the man with the power

I'm really sturdy with this, this shit'll hurt the witness

This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island

They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin'

Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play

Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like Beyblades

They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets

Kanye gon' be the next president, and y'all watch it

'For I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it

Gotta get money as long as you got pockets

Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit

Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate

Fiends catch seizures from on, they pop-lock it

Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in

There's a lot of abomination

They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station

Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation

Police kill, the decline, no time facin'

I can't breath, answer, man, please

Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze

Rather me not stand and be on my damn knees

Rather me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea

I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire

I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire

Y'all know I inspire and motivate

Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate

Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach

I feed my team before I eat

Before I breach security, I die with my purity

Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity

Grown man, shit

G.O. Banshee

I use to sell grams, never no scam shit

I do mutual respect, no fan shit

Nigga disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit

Fam, you in a cage with a lion

You engaged in war with a giant

You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord the only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'

Shooter's anonymous

I tell 'em use a machine gun (why?)

In case a nine'll miss

Problem is Fred dominant

Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it

I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot

Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop

Birds from a Pelican pun, Rondo

Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo

Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe

Been sellin' the cane, know how the problems go

On the base like McGwire

Thirty-eight fire might acquire a choir

Or whatever they say the Reverend requires

I level with spies, I remember the buyers

Still kill at will, never was tired

Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly

Godson

Slave mentality

Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically

Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps

They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats

So why listen to a motherfuckin' troll

That's feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion

It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'

We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin, they plottin'

Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em

What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? Its the cancer swellin'

He's tellin' us lies and we so annoyed

How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid?

How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?

I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him

These industry niggas is so smitten but I say what I want, when I want, no permission

People confused between gettin' views and eviction news

But it, lit a fuse when you this in tune

And you listen to 'em

The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room

And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of its cocoon

Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction

Government makin' shoes 1 size even though we all affected

Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected

Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it

I learned that its a new evil, look how they do people

If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal

We all high off stupid, social media the new needle

We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers

We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us

Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they try'na remove thinkin'

Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'

Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about don't be confused

I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools

My residential level is heavenly

The bed I use, is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze

I'm woke, y'all mentally broke

That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out

I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out

I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house

You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out

I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth

Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch

The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count

I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse

No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners

'Cause the beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south

Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky

(What that mean?)

Mean I knock whoever violated out

I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into

Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through

I take that personal, too

So every person or two that wants us versus them, I got verses for you