[Verse One] [Copywrite]:

Listen you Stan

Get a clue, you're a visible fan

In the booth, battlin' the Invisible Man

It's supposed to be me inspirin' that verse

You'll need a church, choir and a hearse

I'll have your fake buddies dialin' the nurse

Pete's so Nice I'm retirin' with Search

Hawking that jazz will put you Miles in the dirt

When I retire from the Earth

I'll come back like Christ

For no other reason, other than I want back my life

I can bullshit a round

Make a classic, get my ass kicked

Let the proof get around

I'm still the cool kid in town

I embrace all flaws, that chainsaw gnawed your face off raw

Nic Cage take your Face Off (aaww)

At my own shows I chase off broads

Give 'em a head start

Chase 'em, catch 'em and rape raw dog

Can't escape, awe nah

Gave her an hour to travel

Now we reenact the second bar from Tower Of Babel

Can't win with words, I'll give you an hour at Scrabble

Don't have the power to baffle

Me? I devour the alpha

Bet the tower of ice

You cowards are trife

Wait till class out to spazz out

I'm Screetch Powers in high school

I leap towers right by you within a single bound

Faster than a speeding bullet hit the charts without a single out

Hit your heart like when you're singled out

And you least expect to meet the best chick who she said it's yeast infected

It's heat seekin', there's no point in seekin' exits

But since it seeks heat, it reaches me, direct hit

Dumb ho, here's a ticket to the gun show

Front row, hearin' crickets at your one show

This is Copywrite, Marv Won mixin' up the drugs though

What up though?

Pen, Dom, uh ohhhhhhhh

[Verse Two] [Motion Man]:

My shit is Will Smith Legend on turf

Goons send 'em, kill my own dog if he gets infected with venom

I'm abuse fit for all the dog lovers

Rehabilitate me I'll snap back and pull the plug out your mother

I'm like a flying saucer or some seen

Strong arm and walk up on you, size up on you, strip you down for them jeans

What I mean is, I'm your lyrical particle

Without my influence no magazines no news articles

You marginal

Dedicated to medicated

Uneducated

Hella connected, motherfuckers is black black black

[King.dom]:

All you motherfuckers stuck at work

Puffin' a dutch full of purp'

Couple perks

Little bit of Indian, scribblin' me another verse

The kids spittin' the sickest livin' on fuckin' Earth

So every beat is gettin' killed/kilt like Cudi's skirt

Lot of skeet is gettin' spilled (where?)

Your mother's shirt

I get it poppin' and droppin' her at the fuckin' church

Brain's great but y'all lame's gon' hate

The weakest link but the motherfuckin' chain is fake

Your weed stinks

Y'all need to change your pace

I hang with an 8th

A blunt will rearrange your face

Pssst

Sky's the limit, I'mma aim for space

Got haze in the safe

Stop playin' you payin', I'mma stay in the place

Stop lyin'

Dom's tryin' to see more

I'm cookin' up like the pilot on a G4

Hookin' up with the dime at the weed store

Three whores delivering my dope, no detour

These whores ain't stoppin' for no cops fam

I tell 'em "Fuck The Police" like Roxanne

They blow till they nose bleed, I got grams

Bunch of naked young sluts playin' Rock Band

God damn, I be blowin' a pound

Back on my bullshit like a rodeo clown

I won't quit till I hit every ho in the town

I'm holdin' the crown

Who's holdin' it down?

O-Dot

[Verse Four] [Poison Pen]:

If you can't detect, I'm probably in Brooklyn

Henny on my chest like Prodigy in Shook Ones

Fat drunk, belligerent

Knock out all for dead presidents

Hop out the car, just shots out to ?

That'll resolve it

[Copywrite]:

But you won't grow your limbs back

[Poison Pen]:

Boy you ain't no starfish

I'm a goon that side bet, slash mobster

Side talkin' monster, slash walkin' monument

I'm a biped, rare North American grizzly

Taught how to walk, talk, rap, strap and get busy

Raised by Brooklyn wolves

Step in Brooklyn shoes

(See my best?)

That's the Brooklyn jewel

Bed Stuy, that's the Brooklyn Zoo

And they rock the set where the predators in Brooklyn rule

Zoo keepers, keep clappin' at ?

That fro I rock, homeboy that's my natural skin

I shave my mane to appear more plain

Top of the food chain

Hop in two train

My cohorts with Carhartt's

We blend with our surroundings

Sluts around?

I'm a cat, I'm pouncing and bouncing

Been in it for four years, be in it for more years

Hungover real proper

Posture of Chewbacca

Pen I'm a monster

Go ask your mommas

My balls kill birds like Randy Johnson's

I'm an animal

[Marv Won]:

A lot of people's ask my whereabouts

I've been in the lab

I put my phone down, I'm back to my pen and my pad

Memory lane, I am relivin' my past

I am way better than Mayweather at slippin' jabs

All you bums throwing shots are not gettin' a pass

I'm the shit, rappers are pissed, get 'em a bag

Spewin' hate when they know they prolly love me

The new nigga runnin' Detroit, I'm Rodney Stuckey

And I'm somethin' to see

I'm selfish, I treat bars like pussy, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

You can't fuck with the D

Stop posturin', you're lactose intolerant

You are not accustomed to cheese

Train with the killers, learn from the winners

I will not starve to death, I am earning my dinner

And you lookin' like a steak

Niggas claimin' sharks

Till they floppin' in that boat with them hooks all in they face

You lookin' for a bitch nigga, look another place

I'm good in every hood, by the looks of shit I'm straight

Every word I jot in my book is great

You can keep your wallet man, my crooks go for the safe

[Sample from the motion picture Old School]:

You're crazy man. I like you, but you're crazy