[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Play my position like a lineback'
So stay focused and don't get sidetracked
Mics turn to ashes every time we make contact
Still movin' units hand-to-hand like combat
N***a, you just a physical copy (Shipping and handling)
I'm a master with this style like Mr. Miyagi, movin' at high speeds
They ain't in my league, float over tracks like Ali
That salt they try to throw don't come close near me, n***a
My neck look like a reenactment of the Big Bang theory (Bangin')
I could put you on game or I could put you on bullshit
Tell me what you want, fame? Flip you with a full clip
N***as play the blame game, really on some fool shit
I'm on some cool shit, pistol in my corner pocket
Like I'm playin' pool shit; back up on my bullshit
[?] whoever [?] shit

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
Know exactly who callin' and still answer, "Who's this?"
'Cause I'll question you n***as' moves quick
I don't trust, dawg; was firm with my friends, then I started to lose grip
All over goof shit, for real, man
Ayo, fuck that, look
My life a book, but it's far past a novel
An autobiography 'bout [?] hostile
I build with my dawgs, crack a bottle
My bars stack colossal
The God, I'm a hard act to follow, n***a
Can make 'em all applaud at Apollo
Solid gold Rolls, your shit fake and mad hollow
Rap Pablo; smoke comin' out the MAC nozzle
From a meeting turned bad, I tucked the stash at the brothel
I'm Aristotle dressed in rare Ferragamo
Everywhere, I'm there, papo
Big FLAiR, I share the gospel
Fred Astaire dancin' down the stairs with models
Heavy snares, jammin' sounds, we're here to mob, bro
Compared to my lows, you'd love to see where the high goes
But when I die, I'll reappear in the cosmos
I heard they said I'm a rapper's rapper - nah, I'm the best
So when I bless on a record, there ain't no action after
I ain't—
[Outro: Jay NiCE & [?]]
Aw, man, damn, the beat went off on that? (Yeah, ohhhh!)
Ahhhh... it's cool, it's—