[Intro]
You know, I could say some chill shit
But fuck all that

[Verse 1]
Bluff City born with a mic in my palm
I came up out the womb spitting in the rarest of form
N***as wanna fly high, so they reason for wrong
In the city of the dead, we can sing now a song
Like Cities Aviv, printing and setting a theme that I
Dance through the streets, my steez remains proper
See every boy, every block so thorough
That my head tries to retire from the cold of the ghetto
Hell, fuck albums, Imma drop volumes
Be it these little mysteries or snorted-up valiums
And keep their heads moving by the motherfucking thousands, shit
In this 8-bit world, I'm Bowser
So astounding, standing on the top of the world
With a 40 so you n***as see clear
And Imma yell til this roof caves in and we all die in it, fuck everybody here

[Chorus]
So fuck - fuck everybody here
Fuck - fuck everybody here (x3)
Why should I let you fly? (x3)
Fuck you kids
[Verse 2]
I'm in a hearse the same color as Big's ride
Smoke a blunt on the same corner that Big died
Bluff City do or die, illin' out, homicide
N***as trying to jump ship from the humble sty
Head rapping from Nigeria, African flying in first class from France back to the Vatican
My whole life is a scene from TV
So n***a, wear your 3D shades when you see me
Cities Aviv
Some tried to doubt him
Some tried to mark him with an X like Malcolm
But you must've forgot that X marks the spot
Got a gun to the sky, it's the warning shot
Veto you negroes that think you can see through
Or walk through with snapbacks, I don't give a fuck dude
Take a piss at what your man got
In my lifetime, Big Pun was better than 2Pac

[Chorus]
So fuck - fuck everybody here
Fuck - fuck everybody here (x3)
Why should I let you fly? (x3)
Fuck you kids

[Outro]
Thelonius, my old friend
Step on in and let me shake your hand