Rock Shyt - D.I.T.C., Fat Joe, Lord Finesse

Hey yo we gotta be the greatest

I swear to god

Got more rings than Kareem or Kobe on the lakers

Been the realest niggas, check the cadence

So much white on the table, yeah I been called racist

Got that AR-15 for any nigga tryna jump

I’m double (?) the gats, double (?)

(?) in a house for a short sale

And like J.P. Morgan, nigga we all bail

Niggas greet the don with open arms

(?), overseein' coka farms

I know you think I exaggerate

But that (?) make the feds exasperate

Yeah, that means they in they feelings

My baby girl can bunch a (?) from the kitchen ceiling

Don’t play yourself, Nintendo

And I’m criminal minded

I keep a gat at every window

Niggas get different when you been to bars

But you never lose friends

You just learn who the real ones are

Diggin in the Crates, that’s my day ones

How most of these rap cats can’t go back to where they came from

Crack

D.I.T.C.

in the building

Y’all already know, check this out

When you tired of

Listening to frauds auditioning for broads

My shit religion

You need to get up on the lord

Cause nowadays, man, shit’s retarded

When it’s cool to wear shit out your sister’s closet

Most got that Ciroc flow

But ain’t all that sharp

Lyrically, you fingerpaintin'

You call that art?!

I do damage with a flow that’s so savage

I don’t respond and answer y’all niggas below average

So it’s nothing to get murdered in the booth

Why even keep it real when y’all allergic to the truth

I know shit ain’t the same, why sit and complain

I was told throw on a uniform and get in the game

I’m the ace of (?) with the insight to teach

Got a mean hand on the game it’s not polite to reach

I ain’t after fame, I’m just tryna craft my pain

With enough bars to incarcerate half the game

Will my team fall short

That might mean never

We’ll be long here after the tight jean era

Fuck outta here!

I’m Robert Johnson at the crossroads

But I ain’t talkin' to Yakub

It’s all butter when the (?) shows

And then they like oh motherfucker not you

The Grand Wizard like Theodore

Menages with three or more, my nigga mi amor

No (?), you can see the (?)

Niggas been swimming in place and can’t see the shore

You (?) cats are not butter

The (?) raps do not flutter

Living in lies, you’re not gutter

So fuck your (?) my name do not utter

Diamante, black (?)

Sippin on some Pastis Spumante

Applejack, Long Road, Vince Gigante

Look a pig in his face like «no comprende»

Godfather, Marlon Brando flow

Just in case your man don’t know

If you ain’t about your business

Your brand won’t grow

A No-show when promoters don’t fare no dough, you know