[Hook: Peetah Morgan]
They might look, shit talk me, but dem still can't see me
If god give dem wings, them still can't fly with me
They t'ink they above (they above)
They above (they above)
Me t'ink they above dem
I'm in a league of my own
Don't need a crown or a throne
They said that I'm so epic
One of a kind, they say I'm so epic
Do you hear that?

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
I'm backing them up
Them leaned up
When I dump it's King Tut on you chumps
You seem to have gained a lot of ground
Keep it breezy
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[?] and bombin' you mo'fuckers
And bomboclats had better get down
Middle fingers up
Boom by the grave
Haters kiss my anus
Rope can't tame this
'Pac woulda banged this
Pun woulda had it in the Bronx
What the name is?
Biggie woulda said "Stone you exactly what the game is"
Charge up
Anything I touch, yes, it's venomous
Slaughter
Gimme 50 feet, feeling generous
Hard jaw
Voodoo on your tendons and your ligaments
God's gift
Better take when who you dealin' with