I’m Iceberg Slim with the black mask

[Intro: Estee Nack]
Ay, oh yeah, oh
‘Bout to get into the groove, son (Yeah)
Oh, shit, oh (Uh huh)
Nackie Chan, (Oh) Shabbo (Hey)
Mothafuckin’ Nack Mandela (Spray the— out the window)
Uh huh (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Spray the uzi out the window (Brrr)
Keep the sound of guns poppin’ on our instrumentals, credential (Bah bah bah bah)
Core artists drawin’- colored pencil (Damn)
Couple weeks- Dade County in luxury rentals (Yo)
Unsuccessful attempt to finesse a finesser
Excellent dresser, presser, coke connector (Whip)
Gun be the trеasure protector, [?]
From deep waters, babе watchin’ me like Hasselhoff (Whoa!)
You want crack or soft (What you need?)
Nah, we ain’t thinkin’ of backin’ off so this shit is a home run (It’s gone)
Winnin’ with the team and on my lonesome (Nack)
You n***** so bum (Damn)
At the edge of the table waitin’ for a n**** to throw a crumb and front you a pack
You start smokin’ [?] ([?])
That’s crazy (That’s crazy)
The devil tryna find ways to make less black babies (Devil)
Tryna make at least a rack daily (Cheese)
The city cooked- it got the glitter but it lacks gravy (Ooh)
[Verse 2: ANKHLEJOHN]
You lack patience, your moment could be comin’ soon but you rat-racin’
They usin’ [?] trainin’ to extract the flavors
A bunch a [?] gamers with black faces
Givin’ off your kindness, ‘cause shit attract favors
The MAC sprayin’, (Brrr) uh
Kick the chair underneath ya feet, he was hangin’ from the ceiling fan with the black cable tied and tangled, strangled
A fuckin’ nobody, the morgues can’t name you
Read the death certificate it was a known blank, cold case him
You been dishonest with a bold face
‘Cause shit ended with me like do, re
And it’s no escapin’ it
You talk about money, well, rake it in
‘Cause the trap’s a Blackjack, whatever it take to win
But a rib shot’ll break his wind
Black babies, it resemble like we smoke crack lately
And I don’t appreciate it (Nah)
You wanna drop the crime rate? Well n****, feed the dangerous (Feed ‘em)
I be [?] when politicians won’t claim us
This ain’t a struggle rap, fuck it, this shit get painful (Ooh)
His first thought was pick up the Glock and aim it (Brrr)
Whip up some crack and slang it (Brrr)
It’s a soul snatch tryna explain my greatness
You hit the floor they don’t wanna exchange papers
Your shit came with plain statements
[Outro: ANKHLEJOHN]
It’s black babies, you know that
You know what they call me man, Lordy, man, for real
The one and only, for real, man (Nackman)
It’s really me
Lordy (You’re fuckin’ with the Nackster)
Lordy! Lordy!