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[Intro: Sample & Little Ann]
What shit is this?
(Nobody cares)
(Yo)
(Nobody knows)

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Divide and conquer, inside my being resides a monster (Uh)
I line you up like you need a barber, don't be a martyr
Don't be a starter, believe in karma, I'll be your sponsor (Yeah)
Go even farther and deadbeat like it need a father
Get even darker than DMX on the streets of Yonkers
The cheaper hawker love Mary Jane like I'm Peter Parker (Uh)
S.I. Nеw Yorker, we don't make up storiеs, Sephora
I mean to keep it a bean like Goya
I'm a microphone fiend, my tree green as sequoia
The New York State greens, have you ever seen that no more or nah?
Life a B if you can't support her
Ain't no price tag, if you gotta ask, then you can't afford her (Ahh)
Your band real, but soon as your man squeal
Get your man killed for that monkey business, you're mandrill
If that man still stands and he takin' the standstill
Put that steel on the stand and tell him to stand still (Bum)
[Bridge: Sample, Method Man & Little Ann]
Musicians usually are regarded (Tical)
As sort of the scum of the earth (Nobody cares)
And so if you want to, uh, be a musician (Nobody knows)
You just have to realize, nobody's really gonna care

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Five rings on my hand, Miyamoto Musashi
Workin' to get bigger than the n***a who starred in Degrassi
By the will and grace of God, I'ma do it, wallahi
It's always the adversaries who be willin' to stop me
Caught red-handed, hopin' that I'm dead stranded
Yet I'm still givin' the hood what the Feds handed
I cracked the code and played the cards from they hands, a gambit
When I grab the mic, I crush your stamina, you will be damaged
'Cause using big words don't make you lyrical
And goin' backwards in a swimmin' pool don't make you spiritual
So if I bought a brand new whip, they call it (Wait a minute)
Damn, whatever the next line was, I'm ballin'
I'm the current boss, currency what I come across
And currently, I been sharp as a knife that's on current frost
Face, you a lost case, my life is all-state
It's in good hands and I'm never off-pace
Old school flows used for Your Old Droog
Pro-tools, more grooves turn to soul food
I'm doin' this 'cause I chose to
These other n***as suck, they doin' what these hoes do
For other MCs, the danger's imminent
Most likely I'ma air this shit out, make mothers reminisce
About a little rapper's delusion, thought he was infinite
Label heard the record and said (What shit is this?)