He up the scene like a active volcano
I pen my rhymes like prison coat, my lines rare
And if you get em you're probably not on the hype set
Hi there, yo go get a mic cord And wrap it round your pipes like the crime
sphere No time for the time scarce
Speeches from preachers with nine layers, know what I'm saying?
All chatting like they're grinds paying it, Qur'an in it
Back my manuscript with 90 daggers From the 90s when the fashion was trackies
and Nike Airs Tight flares on the latches was cool
Till they switched it up to Miss Sexy, better the school
Big batty sweaters ignored, never checking the board
The rest of the course, rest it assured the force
Checking our source, inspector the law On the case since we stepped in the session
Repping the raw, end the lesson with detention of course
Go get our reports, check em, you're more blessed than
I'm Tarantino, you're Dan DeVito 247
You got five on it, I got the whole stash The iconic, the sides on it
While the nine man gave you the flag We're up front, top corner
With the eighth and a pint, straight controlling
They say the game is ours, it could be yours too
Make your mark, it may be ours It's more indelible, not unsellable
But more credible, more pure sure I bet on my testicles
They say the game is ours, it could be yours too
Make your mark, it may be ours It's more indelible, not unsellable
But more credible, more pure sure I bet on my testicles
Shaking up a storm, I could
Shaking up a storm, I could need a bigger
Diamond
Making G's, take the tips, cross C's
Rock it, you know it, one love, G
City street renegade, masked up like Leatherface
*** it, I've been chilling but I'm back and now I'm setting pace
I've turned this bit as over pocket, check your face
Seven started up like Sharapova
You can check the ace, I pull it out my sleeve
Doggy D's, you're chicky while I'm pulling on a weave
For your ting like you pull sickies, it's a breeze
Promoters acting sticky with the fees
Get the flying tiger knee from Daddy K
Before we leave, I want some mentalist
Mention I got stripes like a Juventus kit
Kind of tip I type out like the stick and then I enter it
I shove these mandorans like we invented it
Delta, Bravo, Kilo, all you names construct your silo
Like Identikit, got rappers looking tentative
You know the way we do, we smash your stage in two
Then roll up after with a crate of food
Breaking news, half these black frackles pay for views
Faker than the rest in pay-per-view, you can't face the truth
They say the game is ours
It could be yours too, make your mark
Maybe ours is more indelible
Not unsellable, but more credible
More pure straw, I bet on my testicles
They say the game is ours
It could be yours too, make your mark
Maybe ours is more indelible
Not unsellable, but more credible
More pure straw, I bet on my testicles
I'm shaking up a storm, I could
I'm shaking up a storm, I could need a bigger
Down, down, make it till you take this head across seas
*** it, you know it, one love, yeah
I ain't never gave a shred of a ***, why would I start now?
All I'm ever told is calm down, get your name marked out
Whether it's craft beef or rap beef
It's still beef, so I treat it like it's real beef
It's the return of the who-what-where, the known tyrant
Back with Avengers, I ain't stopping for no sirens
Nah, I've studied my craft with diligence
Tryna maintain the brilliance
Through the madness, check the resilience
Witness the beast that's living in me
You couldn't hold me down if you strapped bricks to my feet
I'm still out here gritting my teeth
Still in pursuit of the loot
Giving birth to the vision I see
Yeah, you lot got bars but you're missing steves
Our skins thick like prison walls
Good luck dissing me
Whole crew rocking the clicks for tees
Got game like, who the ***'s that?
Different league
They say the game is ours
It could be yours too, make your mark
Maybe ours is more indelible
Not unsellable, but more credible
More pure straw, I bet on my testicles
They say the game is ours
It could be yours too, make your mark
Maybe ours is more indelible
Not unsellable, but more credible
More pure straw, I bet on my testicles