[Verse 1: CyHi the Prynce]

I’m Martin Luther with the heart to shoot ya

Screaming "hallelujah" walking out the jeweler

Fuck the highway trooper and the prosecutor

Shades made by medusa for the barbecuers

Shittin’ on 'em in the club, I'm a party pooper

My cigars from Cuba and my broad's from Hooters

My patna got the goopa, and I got the buddha

‘Cause kush ain't that hard to push like a car in neutral

We were the first niggas rocking Dior Homme shoes

I’m in a class of my own, I went to home school

‘Cause when ya money Nia Long, fool

You can even make Stacey Dash if you want too

Pull up in that jag like I'm Jones-Drew

Just called my patna for a quarter, that’s a phone booth

A redbone is who I'm prone to

Cyhi the Prynce, you looking at the Watch the Throne crew

3 hot emcees, huh, and I’m all of ‘em

I got a New York state of mind, I just talk southern

My name ring like after you hit the call button

And hater you a nobody: Paul’s cousin

Haters talk tough and won’t draw nothin'

Pull out faster than the first time you got caught fuckin’

Remember when you had the green by the mile?

Yeah, rest in peace to Michael Clarke Duncan

Back when my niggas had the white and soft bunkin'

Drop the flour in the pot, look like a rice ball dumpling

Getting doe, got me walking pigeon-toed

And I get laptop like the Microsoft company

When I say that I'm the best, shot’s fire, pow pow!

Sound like somebody let a rifle off or something

This is lemonade in the sun

What you know about spending days on the run?

Yeah, my last project was a masterpiece, shit, like the slave owner's gun

And, yeah, I’m underground like the railroads

I will never change, I'm jail clothes

In my shell toes

I’m Bones Jones with the strong, holmes

'Cause all i got is elbows, nigga

[Verse 2: Rapsody]

It’s been a pleasure to fuck up you nigga’s energy

Feel me as a threat, big as Pac, Biggie, and Kennedy

Walk the path where the 'menities missing but never cared none

Heart’s aware, something up my sleeve, but never spared none

Sacrifices, the nicest, the black Mola Ram

Welcome to the temple of doom, I’m holding your heart in hand

Yes

Run them over, I’m not the Joker, you’re just a joker

All my life i been nice, as probably most of

Your Black Dantes, Andrés, Kanyes, and Hovas

Majority of most people that made us sleep on sofas

Just woke up off one, it's real bossin’ if you ain’t noticed

Work hard to be hotter you gotta survive the coldest

The talk show I ain't been chauffeured, yeah

I got drive

9th Wonder, I been a threat, I hope they got nine lives

I can run with any one of these niggas you idolize

Ain't none of my tires been broken

I’m so soft spoken

But not really tho

I'm still killing these niggas like

“Eeny, miny, moe”

Yeah, yeah, like

“Eeny, miny, moe”

I’m still killing these nigga’s like

“Eeny, miny, moe”

Yo, God should send back Christ

Just to resurrect B.I.G. so he can tell me I’m nice

The best in life you seen in awhile

Don’t worry ‘bout me, they more worried of vows

‘Tween Wiz and Amb and so and so

I spit that hella cancer

Jamla the squad and Rapsody your favorite answer

[Verse 3: Caskey]

Fuck the government, fuck the law, fuck the crooked pigs

I’m reading out of their book of sins

I got so much drive to serve y'all, I can cook in my Benz

Iller than wheel, just look at my rims

Some folks don’t feel you till they feeling yo hook and yo Timbs

Stomping out the competition, no step team

You’re like porno vid on Bangbros that says "wet teens”

You’re getting fucked by the industry

Stuck, fuck your sympathy

I pull up, gun chords gettin' struck, that’s a symphony

Say your squad ready for war but you’re not an infantry

Nah, you're a bitch, you getting smacked, that’s the pimp in me

Simply put, I’m right here 'cause that was meant for me

And I wack Lucifer when that pussy attempt at tempting me

Temporarily going through therapy

Got a bitch who take care of me

But that bitch got a motive, that shit ain’t charity

I fuck her to some Jay, when I bust, moment of clarity

The rapper turned white but no white rapper’s compare to me

Bitch

[Verse 4: Traphik]

I said it's obvious

I heard that you was talkin shit, anonymous

Well I’ll karate punch your body guts into the audience

I kill shit

You probably won't acknowledge it

But I know how you pussies work, I’m the gynecologist

They see the joke and they say, “Man he cheesy”

But I got bar’s on the low, kinda like a speak easy

Try to keep me down cuz I keep it so real

But I got a brain like a broken fridge, no chill

Renaissance man, Mr. Jack off all trades

Fresh off the top like tappers and bald fades

They looking down on me ‘cuz im not to tall

But now I’m making headlines like my hat to small

You really must be sleeping if you ain’t never seen me

I went from youtube video now i'm on MTV

Now I’m the only asian dude up on BET

Man, i feel out of this world it’s like i could be E.T