[Intro]
It’s Unknown Motherfucka
Yo

[Verse]
Whoever sittin’ at the top, just know your days are numbered
You thinkin’ that I won’t take your spot, but the place I come from
Made me into this, I will not remain humble when I know my talent
Average joes stick to gimmicks, hoping that their fifteens minutes last a life time
While I write rhymes, so even after when they close my casket
People can listen back to these classics
Been jumpin in the booth since 98
Use a pen to boost the crime rate
Lose my mind, shoot with rhymes that I write on my page
Out to prove why I’m great, and to these so called kings of New York
Ya ain’t a thing but food on my fork
Call my name out, you good as dead
Quickly slayed with bars, you think you know me
Push me to the edge, and things can get rated R

[Outro]
Peace out Motherfucka