[Verse 1: Esoteric]

I’m the OG of AOTP

I don’t fuck with bitches if they OPP

And force under boards like Charles Oakley

I tie up your family let the dogs go free

There ain’t shit about rap that you could tell me

I beat-bop like my man Rammellzee

I’m Rondo on the mic with the illest speed, you know how guerrillas feed

Legend in the building, word to Willis Reed, number nineteen

A mic fiend, it’s me now

In ’04 I was known for dunks like D Brown

No pumps around me now

I stay up with Kate Upton types, you seen with a sea gal

Phantasmagorical, metaphorical flows

I’m with Eric in Paris, in Paris you doin’ horrible shows

Rockin’ deplorable clothes, only found on clearance

Bring in the cuts and now, run the interference

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]

Defecation on the mic

Gotta whistle when I shit they know what side to wipe

Probably why I face the stage and the crowd hype

‘Cause gangstas show me love from Compton to Crown Heights

Bean Town with DJ JS-1

My freestyle the teacher like KRS-One

I walk in rap battles and they pray I test none

So hand this joker a fork when I say you're best done

Rolling Stone song, no satisfaction

I could be your life coach, Tijuana Jackson

Hit them with an overbite, time for some action

Marchin’ 9,999,000 black men

Clinton 2016 poster

I’m screamin’, “Vote for Bill!”, in the Pope-mobile

Yeah and that’s why I think niggas need steel

Learn how to be real? Just listen to B-Real