[Intro]

Hey man, we live at the Czar-B-Q, man

Let's get it

[Verse 1: Godfather Don]

GFD, the itty bitty witty killer

Titty spiller, when I build I make the city realer

Facilitate incendiary sadity filler

That still eradicate brain matter, insane data

That'll shatter any chatter when the name matter

The mad hatter, master of the mystic arts

I make sparks for sharks that ain't rappers

My propane splatter be the hash or the splash

Of your daiquiri, the catalyst cracking the anatomy

Rip through banners like gamma dramatically

You can't touch him, won't hold him, don't goad him

My flow choke 'em 'til their ears, eyes, and nose open

The ancient one, the first, the original

My bars knock the spirit out of seekers not lyrical

Stop if you're not at the top I'll get rid of you

With reckless abandon, analog or digital

[Chorus]

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up

Hop out the helicopter (Helicopter)

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

I don't get the impression you're hard from your Smith & Wesson bars

Your only weapons charge is BB guns on your credit cards

So bust it I, run game you discuss it Dan Le Batard

I leave your mental scarred I'm the Czar

Climbing out the black hole I woof down a quasar and spit out stars

You on a track lying, better off gaslighting electric cars

The flow's haunted, I'm most wanted like Chesimard

I keep my heavy czartillery up in Deck's garage

It shouldn't take more than a moment to crush an opponent

Treat 'em like rodent, components are triple extra large

Heavy barrage smack you right across the face like

Men from Mars crashing a UFO seminar

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]

Flow like the levee broke, Deck's your go-to

My dark side used to be roomies with Reggie Noble

Frontin' will get you smoked fool, they got that lean cuisine

I'm like nana in the kitchen with the soul food

Make a move, son, come on jump

All of y'all versus me, still one-on-one

You in rebel nation, this is something to pump

You would think there was a body going thump in the truck

King pull up on the strip in the off white 6

What I spit more raw than your off white bricks

Sport the butter soft letterman, the off white kicks

Might mistake me for the Biz goin' off like this

[Chorus]

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up

Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em

[Verse 4: Kool Keith]

Subsidiaries who counteract

Who roll against the wall and never bounce back

You see the shadows of Count Drac

Wounded soldiers announce that

And active citizens way to escape where the jets at

Those who get damaged on the skin get the best patch

Thought they'd pay money for the hard stated facts

Some stay stiff forever in the house of wax

Madams in the museum, must be getting high off helium

The higher octane is what I'm feeding 'em

That section has risen to get that fuel injection

With me, it's the best reference

Pity for those that don't demand and request it

Play in the sand and get neglected

You must say what's effective, not decrepit

Go ahead and swipe c off your paragraphs and get the credit

Otherwise it's time for the meltdown, the microwave's ready

[Outro]

Helicopter