[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King
The big brother
Let's take it back to the essence
Respect the Cipher

[Verse 1: Loaded Lux]
I never rolled 20s with the spokes out
Poked out, my chest saying something, no one spoke out
No doubt, told by the players that the coach scout
Your own couch, you like the furniture inside the dope house
Sold out suburbia, they heard of what I'm brewin'
Viewin' my doings, that little Jimmy Chews I'm eschewing
Fire to the music, mix the cayenne with the turmeric
Not the union, you a human, get to level 5 million
Choose the God or mine, none specific, but like everyone invented
Come past with some precision, got the true child goin' missing
Witty with a god performance, words that I spell
I'ma kill a beat, keep, keep keying 'til my palm is on 'em
I beat the censors in the week since, say they seem scented
But get your screens censored, for real
Rappin' with you n***as, I feel I should have the hardest seat
'Bout to start bookin' matches on eHarmony

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B]
I'm jumping on a plane with the packs on
And once you send 'em out of state you put the tax on
Boy, nothin' drug free in my crack zone
N***as gettin' rich talkin' talking shit like tax phone
You can get a Benz off of one flip
Make a hundred thousand off of one trip
Spend 20,000 at the mall on some fun shit
While you n***as stuck on the corner on some young shit
Need to get some money and get off of that bum shit
You on that dumb shit, n***a, need to smarten up
Money in your pocket, get a rocket, man and harden up
Y'all got it easy, man, the way I grew was hard as fuck
My n***a Fresh Homes say yeah, I was gonna call you bruh
He told me to tell you, you got who's guardin' ya
Oakland International, LAX to LaGuardia
A n***a play pussy, get fucked, we done body ya
[Verse 3: Termanology]
Sitting in the trap, hoping they don't barricade us
Heart jumping out my chest, no exaggerating
I'm too hood to go pop, that's why I haven't made it
Maybe I'll just hustle and pitch, until I hall of fame it
I mean I'm already famous but when it's entertainment
You get paid a little for doing something that's major
So you better have a backup plan, to get your paper
They'll rape you quick, watch how the industry outdate ya
Won't get too far tryna live like a starving artist
These record labels is garbage, the executives retarded
Got no knowledge of the game, couldn't tell you 'bout where it started
They'll promote a fuckin' punk but as long as the records charted
So I guess I'm right back in the game, I couldn't fight the feeling
Bunch of sold out crowds and hands to the ceiling
We for clouds, bottles, tellies and naked women
Friday, we gon' turn up, Sunday, we at the church nailing

[Verse 4: Ms Hustle]
They used to sleep on me, baby, I know they tired of them
Murder everything, picture the body like a hologram
They know my name, Mama, shit I'm in high demand
You all wanna know the Creator, just like a Tyler fan
Tell me who the best be, let's see
Shootin' shots, Leslie, test me, bitches gon respect me
Stacks, yeah I blue on shoes, I call it Presley
I snipe so I'm light with a blade, just call it Wesley
Aww man! They startin' to get scared now
Enemies wanna to be friends, shit is weird now
Go and level up, baby, ain't with the stare downs
Like the Huxtable, 'bout the bills, just get it clear now
All these bitches tryna figure me out
Figure amounts, figured I'm in, they figured I'm out
Shit, who listen to my regular shit? I figured your spouse
But I'm all about this money, what thses figures about
[Verse 5: Nicky D's]
I'm a crazy white boy like Van Damme with more bars on me than Xanman
I sleep a motherfucker like Sandman
They booed me at first but I'm a natural born leader
Showed skill, now I get love in New York like Porzingis
My name ain't Kristaps but act funny when you get fist tapped
You'll get more than a wrist slap
My pops left me with a pound of mids, so I flipped that
It took me like a week to make the arrear in the rent back
So sit back, 'cause ain't a thing you can do about it
I hit The East with Kay Slay and then I move around it
The Irish bloke with the size of a coast
Then I hit ya high as your throat like lines of dope
But all bullshit aside, I got my family to support
So it's perfect timing, the game is now handing me the torch
I don't mean to intimidate you but I disintegrate ya
Take your whole flow apart, like I'm tryna renovate ya, motherfucker

[Verse 6: Oun P]
Magic happens in the booth when Oun's in it
Your parties won't feel the same if I bring the goons in it (Facts)
The first car I bought, wasn't no room in it
Now it's convertible, and you can stare at the Moon in it (Wooh)
I don't call n***as, it's me scrappin'
For every action is a reaction (Facts)
Violate me, n***a, you ill
And fuck 0 to 100, go from 0 to a million
In The Bronx they know all about a n***a
Hands out, but you ain't getting nothing now, n***a
If it's war, it'll never end
'Til your mom's banging on your casket like she begging you to let her in
Tryna take the game to new levels
It's too sweet now, Ooh-Way is the new rebels
In New York gettin' my crew settled
But global 'cause they love me down in NC more than the Blue Devils
[Verse 7: Ras Kass]
Can't play in the NBA if you can't dribble
Can't say you The G-O-A-T if you can't scribble
I Ghostbust ghostwriters, burn 'em with witchcraft
Write your own verses, n***a, give him his hits back
Menage 'til my bitches is Mitch Mack
And a pistol workout, it's like I'm buff with a six pack
Battle rap leagues, raw skills back to mainstream
Rap so I salute that, like we mooks back
Some of you new cats got the nerve to get on BET cyphers
Fall off in three bars, that's a Now Cipher
He break, I'm the shit, that's a foul diaper
I typewrite on Skype when the light bright
So prepared for another all-nighter, dig me?
Kill a Klanman but n***a tryna win bigly
I slay, like K and Beyonce
On 12/25, they flyin' with Santa
Rode through in a Phantom with Da Vinci in Atlanta
You n***as I see walking like blue bandanas
And I be with more bloods than Juelz Santana
Mumble Rap Dad, TV with two antennas