J Dilla
The Crown
(Verse) Ain't a bad bitch living I ain't slide up in, my flow first class, ya flow coach like Billy Donovan was, influx, of subpar mcs upsets me, I been hot since spinning rims and, 4x tees, let me, show you how it's done, I'll make you cowards run when lead showers come, I'm stacking money to clouds the twin towers touched, the words I jot down pack venues, n***a heaven's where the mac send you, fans asked when you, dropping new heat Dezzy, can't stand industry n***as they all bleed envy, weed henny, and hoes is what I fiend for, my lady got a mean throat, chase for the c notes, never ends, sour dies my favorite medicine, the haters jealousy is so damn evident, I'm taking this genre to new heights, dudes ice grill, I smile at they girl and show my iced grill, rap ain't lucrative, I'm pushing pies still, ya eyes filled, with trepidation, the whole f'n nation boost the volume when they hear me on they radio station I'm raising the bar and, I don't aim for the legs I aim for the noggin, I trust very few, I always carry tools to bury you, my chain karats blue, I'm first in command, the earth in my hands, it ain't my fault I'm the hottest yo that was god's plan, I am, such exellence, mic ripping effortless, you dinner for the maggots when the desert spits