[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Back by popular demand, still in office different issues different plans/ no more sleeping on your mans/ Hit Rell, push the button again/ Even the odds, signing off right fair/ they acting like I ain’t one of the nicest cats out here/ Since George Kush I had the blog jumping, kill these n***as, straight face, n***a Tim Duncan/ Yeah Modest for what? Most of these n***as honestly suck/ shit on your whole play list/ N***a trying to be the greatest/ I’m your favorites favorite/ Cool shit, weed talk as thinks progress/ you wanna hear about world peace, you got the wrong Artest/ I’m the king of my city, n***a RNS/ Kush God round the world getting foreign checks/ each bar I get nicer n***a, silence the critics/ turn a show into $25 dollars a minute/ just to hear my lyrics/ let the dope shit knock/ I’m waving at them like Kennedy in the drop/ uhh call up all my bros/ pack your clothes, let hit the road, get all this doe/ you fuck with me, I fuck with you, that’s all I know/ stilling though they try to Al Gore my votes/

Producer [AlistFame]
My name is AlistFame, I’m from Paterson NJ. When I was making that beat, there was a guitar laying in the studio, fender, I grab it, plugged it up. There was this really eary sound like sad chord. It’s the reason, it just drew me in to the whole beat. I completely locked into that whole chord, I laid it down, it wasn’t sad but very melancholy, it was weird, a weird feeling but it made me finish it using that sound

[Verse 2: DeLorean]
This is so unorthodox, let me try to sort this out, man I think I’m bugging out/ I hear my voices in a whisper, from a distance on this cloud and this loud/ got me feeling like eagle stand down on the ground/ they preying on the prayless, pray for them/ them bullets ain’t got a name on them then put a name on them/ any n***a say my shit then dig a grave for them/ close casket, private viewing we can arrange for them/ ain't nobody seeing this n***a/ he got it made for them/ dolly truck it, why the fuck you get in my lane for?/ huh, what the fuck you get in my lane for? Road rage rapping I’m out here yelling with strangers/ wusha, kupa, work on my anger/ n***a who fly/ you not/ this is a banger/ I just scooped Doc/ hoop dot/ two in the chamber/ I mean double barrel, them bitches crossing in angles/ let it fly

Producer [AlistFame]
Oddly enough I was thinking Mobb Deep and stuff like that, it had like a Queens feel, like a Queens Rapper, it had me like thinking about a lot of sad stuff, so named the beat torn, so maybe somebody can speak about like that. (Prodigy in adlibs: Mobb Deep). It’s a hard beat, overall vibe, I wanted somebody to spit some real, real talk on there from inside (Prodigy in adlibs: NYC shit, the rapfest)

[Verse 3: Prodigy of Mobb Deep]
Yea ah yo I’m too G for the source, shit I’m too intelligent/ to believe anything you say, you just talking/ we out here everywhere, you missing in action, POR, President of Rap trapped in/ this life and we look forward never back/ yea I’m looking forward to my box cutter on your neck, ok respect to the n***as that got respect for me/ they shit is quit all right but it is not mobb deep. Fuck being diplomatic, you can kiss my ass/ savage recognize savage and you looking real fag/ you a gentleman, I’m extremely brash/ I’m way too abrasive you making me laugh/ Pussy we run through this money cause its nothing to make/ pussy who run NYC its not up for debate/ westuck our flag pole in the concrete we straight/ you follow us to the pearly gates/ Mobb Deep

Producer [AlistFame]
Submitting for Rapfest? Yea I’m all in, I’m definitely all in. I like what going on. I see something really big coming out of it. This is A List Fame, you’re now checking out the #1 rap cipher in the game, shout to the Rapfest!