Released on January 1, 2011

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(Booing)

People of Estoria! You have charged this man with blasphemy of the highest order! Making claims to be the best wordsmith to ever have lived! You have asked me to execute him but as it is tradition, I ask that you hear his final defense! Any last words maestro?


[Trix]

Yeah! M.I. the greatest?

(The rapper?)

No, I mean AM I the greatest?

The question that they’re asking, is it really for debate?

I mean “How he so hype but to the lights he’s a stranger?”

Destined for greatness like I was born in a manger! (Jesus!)

Yeah! But I know they see me coming though

Why else would you think Jay-Z and Yeezy wanna “Watch the Throne”?

I’m a puzzle to these fools see they can’t match this

These niggas constipated (Why?)

They can’t do shit!

Trix subliminal

Killing you with the syllables

Get in your metaphysical

Savage you like an animal

Ravage you like a cannibal

Damage you to your very soul

Managed to reach a level an average nigga would never do uh!

Misdemeanor

I’m serving you ether

Yeah, I’m a beast, I’m a creature

See I be serving you treats just like Serena

I’ll slow it down

For these clowns clowning around

‘Cos my sound is so profound

When it bounce to the ground

Bow

“Stop showing off!”

I’m going in, full throttle!

Showtime! Like I’m performing at the Apollo!

Grant my own wishes, I don’t need genies in bottles

Even if my metaphors was on Twitter, you couldn't follow

Fast nigga

I run past these niggas

I be making mo’ hits, so I don jazzed these niggas

Africa, you made this rapper!

New name Heinz, ‘cos these fools trying to catch up

See I don’t indulge in horseplay

No equestrian

I took the meaning out

And put the question in

I’m what y’all been feigning for so put the needle in

And let a hero in your veins

Heroin

Remember when I couldn't even rock sneakers

Now I’m making moves, hope my music rock speakers

And in due time

I know that I’ll shine

I’m about to blow up

Nigga watch me landmine

But in this industry it’s all about these damn connections!

The size of your pockets is better than your freaking talent!

It’s hard enough that your niggas so cold

Second guess yourself whether you’ll blow

The question is who do I know?

Where do I go?

And the biggest question of all is when will I blow?

But I know it’s gonna happen though see

‘Cos the game is just gay without me

Game

(Gun shot)