These the halcyon days
Of a crazed warrior aging
Like grape barrels in the Cape
Spar only to sharpen blade
Get A-plus in any grade
Like Facemob from out the H
The Blake lob he stuffed away
They be scoring it an eight
Like great job but I am snob
I raise bars like Arnold Schwarz...
N***as all aboard your whole craft waterlogged
Couldn’t flow, I put ‘em on
Shit, I even opened doors, new jacks couldn’t hold on
Froze to the ocean floor, I rose I am abroad
You ain’t first, n***a I toured
You ain’t the first n***a I taught
How the verse feel like a sword
Swing low sweet chariot
Body blows, Adios
Wanna mafioso found sleeping in ravioli
Yeah, we grandiose in Saudi robes
Stash like Mario
Not much room for interest
Just pipe for your the Princess
Daddy home
Beat this sixteen like statutory
Sorry baby, that’s a poem
Papi not a vagabond
In the club we buy the bar
It’s medicine for all the scars
Mami's got tennis skills, they be showing forty love
The ops ain’t as menacing
When we bring out the forty Doms
They was like Stogie washed
Everybody telling me
Now kids recite the words to the letter like spelling bees
Yes it’s me, elite MC I am no celebrity
Made headlines from the bars, Nelson Mandela bid
Second pick in the eighty-four draft
You all ass what’s left is me
Jefferey Jordan the rest is history
Stog!