[Intro: Nym Lo]
Statik Selektah
It's the Big Horse
Statik what up? (Lo)

[Verse 1: Nym Lo & Termanology]
Sippin' on Veuve, Ice Jackets keep the temperature cool
Toast to the winners that's bendin' the rules
Forty on me, militant moves
No time for frivolous feuds, don't get it confused
New York n***a, Yankee fitted Timbaland boots
Sit in the coupe, get rid of the roof (Skrrrt)
Your man got you walkin' ma? Hah, get in the coupe
My flow is fabulous like a got a chip in my tooth
I'm gettin' money, why the fuck would I listen to you?
My man said the work a 9 and I could hit it with 2
I put a one on it to make sure that shit is the truth
My heart breaks when I ace and this point was a deuce
I'm even pissed thinkin' 'bout it as I'm talkin' to you
I goes off in the booth, horses often I do
When they didn't think Lauren was cool, respect my shit
'Cause I kills every fit, bring the coroner through
Flyest n***a that came off of the stoop, Lo (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Termanology]
Yo, I sing solo, Moët and pink polo
Spend a hunnid thousand on clothes with the logos
My champagne bubble bath water pink, quarter mink
Shawty started battin' her eyes when she saw the link
The type of love I get can't be purchased
Paid for my past mistakes, now I know my purpose
I dropped so many songs, they stopped sayin' congrats
Been around the globe, I tell you it ain't flat
Stop sayin' normalize when normally all you do is lie
Talkin' fast, twistin' your words, that's "Do or die"
Y'all don't be movin' pies, y'all will get crucified
Hog tied, muzzled and stripped, lucky if you survive
I'm a business owner, I don't get taxes back
Wrappin' them packs for 34, that's a hack a Shaq
Packin' the MAC in back of the 'Ac, let it rat a tat
This is how you gotta go in when you rap with stack
[Verse 3: Bun B & Planet Asia]
I pull up into your city with my mind on my mula
With mo' flex than a yogi and more drip than a jeweler
Gave birth to you rap n***as like I'm a doula
Hit your medulla oblongata with a toola
Motherfucker better know the rules and try to obey 'em
Or the place I see 'em breakin' 'em is where I'ma lay em
See first I'ma fillet 'em, then simmer-sauté 'em
Then soufflé 'em, trust me they won't live to see the AM
If Statik made the beat, then I'ma give it my best flow
You fuck with him, I give you the business like TS though
Some of y'all rap way more than me, but seein' less doe
That's hustlin' backwards like Kriss Kross pants, so just know
I let the beat breathe and damn near made you pass out
I put my city on, yo city put yo ass out
You made a baby with her, she callin' me baby doe
I'm showin' off with Statik, the trillest shit on your radio (Yo)

[Verse 4: Planet Asia]
Never get bogus, side show, I even seen a lotus
Hat flipped up, hoes promote us, it's the P
Hide your prized possession
Flooded the biscuit with the upper echelon
Don when ya thinkin' of effervescent
Power presente, durag presidente
Statik Selek' is magic on deck, Caliente
I could easily charge a ticket for the verse
'Cause it's a hurst, every time I shed my light through the universe
My photosynthesis, intense it is, you feel the ecstasy
Like fuckin' off a pill real sensitive
Used to listen to Bad Brains with Chemit
On some quantum physics, runnin' through routines like a Tasmanian
World traveler, the mother of my son is Kurdish
My son speaks German, English and Turkish
World still buggin' off my first shit
The bag from Bill Barron had me chillin' with your parents on some jerk shit
Eatin' jerk fish (You know what I'm sayin')