[Intro: Jim Gray & Mike Tyson]
"Is this your shortest fight ever, at any time, amateur or professional, ever?"
As-salamu alaykum Aida. Um... I don't know, man. Yeah, yeah. Lennox Lewis, Lennox- I'm comin' for you
"Mike, is it frustrating to train like you did and then have—"
No, I didn't train for this fight
"—this end seven or eight seconds in?"
I only trained prob'ly two weeks or three weeks for this fight. I had to bury my best friend, and I dedicate this fight—I wasn't going to fight—I dedicate this fight to him. I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been, there's no one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander—he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever. There's never been anybody as ruthless. I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me, I'm from their cloth. There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart, I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!
"Are you saying now, Mike— Mike?"

[Verse]
Bring in the bread, receive a pack
I never stall on wax; why? 'Cause I'm better than all them cats
My stats show that I'm a hell of a fellow
Like King Kai, I'm watchin' n***as' energy levels
My thing flies, seen guys sellin' them bean pies
Tryna make a livin', pockets of dead politician
Listen, it ain't gravy on this east side
Even though n***as might throw you a peace sign
Keep the iron to put the crease on (Bah!)
Opposite threats, your style remind me of the opposite sex (Pussy)
I'm not impressed, my style is the closest to death (Uh)
Mitchell & Ness, scratch that, fillin' bullets vastly up in his snapback (Tzazazazazazaza!)
So many caps, the n***a head fell in his lap
Don't let them n***as put the battery pack
Up in your back, watch where the battery at
I keep a thirty with the serial scratched (Uh)
Keep a strap with the muzzle attached
I'll let the bandana cover the MAC (Vrr-r-r)
But I ain't with computers, n***a (nah)
Slice your body up in 8-bit pieces, how I'ma do you, n***a
And I ain't tryna call no truce, smack out a tooth
The forty cal burn like soup (Soup!)
Check it: I go to Montezuma packin' a polished Ruger
Honor to ya, slugs have 'em singin' like, "Hallelujah"
Pop your cooler, Kays get to ringin', I shot the jeweler
Chop and screw ya, toss the remains in the sewer
Then tell the police I ain't do shit to ya (I ain't do the shit!)
You fuckin' loser
Wearin' Versace, stay with the Medusa
So look the other way 'fore I strangle you like The Juicer
Mansa Musa, my raps ahead of the future
N***a, I'm the future
[Chorus]
I wanna see myself with a higher stock
I wanna see a cop kill another cop
But when will the days of violence stop?
Will we ever feel safe on blocks?
My mans got killed for a piece of white rock
Stuck in the safari, in the jungle, whatnot
But when will the days of violence stop?
When will the days of violence stop? Uh

[Outro]
Yo, what the fuck, man?
I'm sayin', it's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, n***a
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest ever, n***a
Fuck that bullshit, n***a
All that... [?] shit, (I don't care, I don't care [?], n***a I don't give no fuck)
Tha God is the motherfuckin' illest, n***a, understand that
Can't nobody fuck with me, you know what I'm sayin'? (I don't give a fuck, can't nobody fuck with me)
Can't nobody fuck with—w—nah'mean?
Can't nobody fuck with my motherfuckin' dagger and shit, man, nah'mean? (nobody in this fuckin' world)
This shit extra sharp, n***a
Fuck you n***as