Excuse my absence
People been out here burnin' bridges
It seems I gotta remind you motherfuckers who I am
You know what they call me, Luda
Have some more fun with these n***as, man
Let's go

Yeah, in Atlanta, been that hot n***a
On my second term like Barack, n***a
Lyrical abuse when I'm in the booth
Treat them like the NFL, how I drop n***as
I put 'em on the exempt list
Take 'em off the track
If they ain't earned it, that's pimp shit
Multi-colored bracelets on my wrist, no friendships
Yeah, I have relations with your bitch, no kinship
Luda, back at it like a better me
I'm just try'na earn my stripes like a referee
Call a foul on the play, you's a ho-n***a
Sellin' records, you can't even sell an O, n***a
And I'm smokin' on that knockout
New school n***as missin' credits like they dropped out
And I'm just takin' pictures 'til these bitches all cropped out
And only trace left is their bodies bein' chalked out
Then it's time to bring the drops out
Woman face down, you can say I'm gettin' topped out
Def Jam, should I opt out?
Two albums left, Flavor Flav, time to clock out
Fight the power