[Intro: Sample]
"Aye
Yo
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
We gonna
We gonna do a little thing right now
We gonna
We gonna do a little thing right now
We give you our little version of a little thing entitled"

[Torae]
Yeah
Pete Rock, n***a
Yo

[Verse 1]
It's called spitting, some say I'm tight, nice with the written
Written I'm nice with the icepick through your penning
The chime chime in as I slice and write venom
With Chocolate Boy Wonder ammunition
Y'all wishing your competition would come to fruition
Pulling Ethan Hunt stunts in impossible missions
In the position to educate, the fuel, flame, fire was featherweight
I body shit, but y'all making heaven wait
While I'm making heaven's gate look like the outside of the spot
It's jam packed, the line rounding the block
The block grinders rewind us while providing the knock
My shit is dope as what's stuff in their sock
I'm the reason why the hip-hop cops kept patrolling the block
They must have heard I was cooking with Rock
N***a, Pete that is who beat that is booming through your speakers, kid
Case you forgot what the ether is
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It's that raw, this is the type of shit they ask for
Y'all make the type of shit they fast-forward
You wanting the realist shit, then as Tor
The other n***as just go out of here

[Verse 2]
This should separate me from the pack, I'm so ahead of the wack
At first glance, you might think coming back
But backtrack your first glance, you see that in fact
I'm so advanced that I doubled their laps, n***as' memories lapsed
'Cause I could've sworn, y'all knew not to put Tor
In any class another n***a can go on
I spit shit sick, ridiculous
N***as get the fuck out of my zone or you miss the bus
I throw n***as under it, tell them kiss the muffler
[?], pistol covered up
You wish the fuck you was my pedigree, that you can never be
Be never forever, you smelling me?
Dog, what you telling me? I'm not, but these n***as supposed to be hot?
I lay vocals at rotisserie spots
Flame spitter n***a, the only time you ever was hot
Is when your pops shot you out of his cock, motherfucker

[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And what they least expected was Tor on his next shit
The young veteran and the Soul Brother connected
You should take warnings on who not to eff with
Yo Pete, show these n***as the exit
See what they least expected was Tor on his next shit
The young veteran and the Soul Brother connected
You should take warnings on who not to eff with
Yo Pete, show these n***as the exit
You n***as all need to get out the dodge, tell 'em bon voyage
Go play in traffic, stand in front of my car
It's probably better time spent than when you're penning them bars
I'm [?] for this garbage
You n***as' trash raps is wack, the fact you rebacked it and back
With shiny shoes, it don't cover for that
So what I lack in platinum plaques, I match when I spit on a track
It's match n***as, n***a, this is a wrap

[Hook]