[Verse 1: Psycho Les]

Ayo it’s major when my pen touches the paper

I’m the fall guy lee majors

You minor, we major

I’m stunning I got these fans fainting in the front row

I keep the blunt rolled, the true stories untold

But keep in mind, I’m the greatest of all time

The flows on beat, and my verse is on time

From Killa Queens I got that potent shit that killing fiends

I never snitch, even in handcuffs I won’t spill the beans

Player this is real shit, I move the crowd with real spit

This is my turf, you’re just here visiting on a field trip

I’m a pimp allergic to shrimp so I don’t need it

I might eat the coochie out before I beat it

The mission to get a million dollar commission without selling out

And keeping the tradition

I don’t like to fuss, you don’t want to fight with us

But if you wanna take it there you’re gonna bite the dust

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

Throw in the towel this is a murder most foul

When the verses go blaow

Heavy lies the cowl, of the king; the ruler;

Overlord; the jeweler

But this ain’t a rope chain its cooler

Yo this lands my Dominion

Ya man is a minion, listen

This ain’t for your girl to see this between the world and me

My style is, coast the page with the malice

I’m an ink slinger you a drink bringer get my chalice

I stand and fight, my stance is panther-like

Cold world, the grave seem the same shade of anthracite

Look and see bars are candy coated maybe sugar free

My acapella a novella I should be on Book TV

I go to war but I radiate peace

I got faith in your release like an atheist priest

You can’t baby a beast

The laboratory’s dark, the sword is sharp

Longer than a 40 part story arc

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]

Your’s truly ruley Step through em, do em fools

Quick, opening credits still in the movie

My persona you can feel in the next room

Deeper than most, this was ghost-written by Neptune

Step on the scene make them lean on promethazine

My glow bright I flow tighter than Vanessa jeans

Ear surgery when they heard mines

And I’m stuck to the city like Wayward Pines

So I spit that real ‘cause it get that real

Overtime on the grind just to get that meal

Fam holla when you cuttin' some bread

‘Cause other than the money I ain’t heard nothing you said

I zone like an NBA team in the 2-3

Laid up at your bae crib steaming a QP

Say go when I take control

No they can’t escape my bars like a con who ain’t make parole