[Hook]:

Now I don't really care what you heard this year

But the next best thing is standin' right here

Copped a new record and put it in your ear

Stopped from you textin' and put it in the air

Now I don't give a fuck if you got a full cup

Better throw that shit out or drank that shit up

From now on every year is my year

Yes the next best thing is standin' right here

[Verse One]:

You dealin' with a full frontal three card monte

Seen a lot of rappers but don't see nobody

Unless you with the core or the guardians beside me

Unless you Ill Three, Trama or my man Ali

Did a lot of rap shows, scratched a little cash flow

Playin' with so many toy soldiers call me Hasbro

Gettin' plenty tired of these double crossin' assholes

Slap 'em have 'em talkin' to themselves like they Satchmo

Blow the horns for the four alarm Colonel Storm

My coat of arms stuck to plenty jawns in your dorm

It's not adhesive see it's something like magnetism

Shout to the graph writers I support vandalism

Spray the walls, car stalls, bomb hard

On the yard, run long from the dogs

Stay far from that long arm law

But that's on y'all, shit your boy can't draw

I paint a picture and a picture's worth a thousand words

Stayed in the 'burbs pimpin' I done heard a thousand slurs

They on the ghetto curb I done heard a thousand birds

Love to my double dutchin' girls with a thousand turns

I went to Harry High right off the meetin' block

And I'm a thrift store king, love when the boosters shop

There's plenty girls up in the club, frontin' super hot

But they got mo' cocks in 'em then a rooster flock

I read an article that said that I am a hype man

I ain't a hype man fucker I'm a live band

So you know where to stick the catheter

The first Minnesota rapper that has ever toured in Africa

[Hook]:

Now I don't really care what you heard this year

But the next best thing is standin' right here

Copped a new record and put it in your ear

Stopped from you textin' and put it in the air

Now I don't give a fuck if you got a full cup

Better throw that shit out or drank that shit up

From now on every year is my year

Yes the next best thing is standin' right here

[Verse Two]:

Shout to the revolutionaries and the organizers

Love to the B-Boys and no love for the raw suppliers

I got love for all my project boys and

I know we'd stop pitchin' if they'd stop shippin' in the poison

Shout to all the lovely girls in the house

Go and get your lovely girls out they house

Cause y'all the type to turn a hard head silly

And underground rap be hard neck city

From the home of Jimmy, Jerry and the last lynchin'

From the home of Prince, Dylan and collapsed bridges

When the winter come gotta get your slow plow

Brothers be like, "Oh shit!"

Others be like "Oh ya!"

We in the woods we keep it sharper than a pine needle

You sound dumb like when folk be yellin' at blind people

I tell ya now that I'm a hard act to follow

Cause every word I got connect like eye brows on Frida Kahlo

I heard a sucker say that I should put my pack away

Shave my head, grow a curl spray and activate

You must've tripped over your rock and fell and cracked your brain

I'd rather fall asleep on the block rockin' platinum chains

I roll with fly girls, shouts to the Indigenous

I'm down with Los Naive, killin' all the pilgrim shit

I got plenty quotables you can play 'em back

Must be out your fuckin' mind thinkin' that I'mma pay to rap

I read an article that said that I'm a hype man

I ain't no hype man stupid I'm a live band

Though you might see me host a show

You can guess who's the next best in line that's supposed to

{explosion}