[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]

Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King

The big brother

Let's take it back to the essence

Respect the Cipher

[Verse 1: Loaded Lux]

I never rolled 20s with the spokes out

Poked out, my chest saying something, no one spoke out

No doubt, told by the players that the coach scout

Your own couch, you like the furniture inside the dope house

Sold out suburbia, they heard of what I'm brewin'

Viewin' my doings, that little Jimmy Chews I'm eschewing

Fire to the music, mix the cayenne with the turmeric

Not the union, you a human, get to level 5 million

Choose the God or mine, none specific, but like everyone invented

Come past with some precision, got the true child goin' missing

Witty with a god performance, words that I spell

I'ma kill a beat, keep, keep keying 'til my palm is on 'em

I beat the censors in the week since, say they seem scented

But get your screens censored, for real

Rappin' with you niggas, I feel I should have the hardest seat

'Bout to start bookin' matches on eHarmony

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B]

I'm jumping on a plane with the packs on

And once you send 'em out of state you put the tax on

Boy, nothin' drug free in my crack zone

Niggas gettin' rich talkin' talking shit like tax phone

You can get a Benz off of one flip

Make a hundred thousand off of one trip

Spend 20,000 at the mall on some fun shit

While you niggas stuck on the corner on some young shit

Need to get some money and get off of that bum shit

You on that dumb shit, nigga, need to smarten up

Money in your pocket, get a rocket, man and harden up

Y'all got it easy, man, the way I grew was hard as fuck

My nigga Fresh Homes say yeah, I was gonna call you bruh

He told me to tell you, you got who's guardin' ya

Oakland International, LAX to LaGuardia

A nigga play pussy, get fucked, we done body ya

[Verse 3: Termanology]

Sitting in the trap, hoping they don't barricade us

Heart jumping out my chest, no exaggerating

I'm too hood to go pop, that's why I haven't made it

Maybe I'll just hustle and pitch, until I hall of fame it

I mean I'm already famous but when it's entertainment

You get paid a little for doing something that's major

So you better have a backup plan, to get your paper

They'll rape you quick, watch how the industry outdate ya

Won't get too far tryna live like a starving artist

These record labels is garbage, the executives retarded

Got no knowledge of the game, couldn't tell you 'bout where it started

They'll promote a fuckin' punk but as long as the records charted

So I guess I'm right back in the game, I couldn't fight the feeling

Bunch of sold out crowds and hands to the ceiling

We for clouds, bottles, tellies and naked women

Friday, we gon' turn up, Sunday, we at the church nailing

[Verse 4: Ms Hustle]

They used to sleep on me, baby, I know they tired of them

Murder everything, picture the body like a hologram

They know my name, Mama, shit I'm in high demand

You all wanna know the Creator, just like a Tyler fan

Tell me who the best be, let's see

Shootin' shots, Leslie, test me, bitches gon respect me

Stacks, yeah I blue on shoes, I call it Presley

I snipe so I'm light with a blade, just call it Wesley

Aww man! They startin' to get scared now

Enemies wanna to be friends, shit is weird now

Go and level up, baby, ain't with the stare downs

Like the Huxtable, 'bout the bills, just get it clear now

All these bitches tryna figure me out

Figure amounts, figured I'm in, they figured I'm out

Shit, who listen to my regular shit? I figured your spouse

But I'm all about this money, what thses figures about

[Verse 5: Nicky D's]

I'm a crazy white boy like Van Damme with more bars on me than Xanman

I sleep a motherfucker like Sandman

They booed me at first but I'm a natural born leader

Showed skill, now I get love in New York like Porzingis

My name ain't Kristaps but act funny when you get fist tapped

You'll get more than a wrist slap

My pops left me with a pound of mids, so I flipped that

It took me like a week to make the arrear in the rent back

So sit back, 'cause ain't a thing you can do about it

I hit The East with Kay Slay and then I move around it

The Irish bloke with the size of a coast

Then I hit ya high as your throat like lines of dope

But all bullshit aside, I got my family to support

So it's perfect timing, the game is now handing me the torch

I don't mean to intimidate you but I disintegrate ya

Take your whole flow apart, like I'm tryna renovate ya, motherfucker

[Verse 6: Oun P]

Magic happens in the booth when Oun's in it

Your parties won't feel the same if I bring the goons in it (Facts)

The first car I bought, wasn't no room in it

Now it's convertible, and you can stare at the Moon in it (Wooh)

I don't call niggas, it's me scrappin'

For every action is a reaction (Facts)

Violate me, nigga, you ill

And fuck 0 to 100, go from 0 to a million

In The Bronx they know all about a nigga

Hands out, but you ain't getting nothing now, nigga

If it's war, it'll never end

'Til your mom's banging on your casket like she begging you to let her in

Tryna take the game to new levels

It's too sweet now, Ooh-Way is the new rebels

In New York gettin' my crew settled

But global 'cause they love me down in NC more than the Blue Devils

[Verse 7: Ras Kass]

Can't play in the NBA if you can't dribble

Can't say you The G-O-A-T if you can't scribble

I Ghostbust ghostwriters, burn 'em with witchcraft

Write your own verses, nigga, give him his hits back

Menage 'til my bitches is Mitch Mack

And a pistol workout, it's like I'm buff with a six pack

Battle rap leagues, raw skills back to mainstream

Rap so I salute that, like we mooks back

Some of you new cats got the nerve to get on BET cyphers

Fall off in three bars, that's a Now Cipher

He break, I'm the shit, that's a foul diaper

I typewrite on Skype when the light bright

So prepared for another all-nighter, dig me?

Kill a Klanman but nigga tryna win bigly

I slay, like K and Beyonce

On 12/25, they flyin' with Santa

Rode through in a Phantom with Da Vinci in Atlanta

You niggas I see walking like blue bandanas

And I be with more bloods than Juelz Santana

Mumble Rap Dad, TV with two antennas