His abilities as a lyricist, limitless
From African shanties to where the line of scrimmage is
From slapping the panties off of Sandy and getting it
To waking up in the morning and feeling so villainous
Yo I bet that most of you really is feeling this
And if not then I guess we'll never know who the fucking realest is
N***as asking for daps while they scrapping over the whack shit
Is like n***as asking for daps while they backing a racist faction
Rather redundant, half of you actors repugnant
Stagnating the rap game, pain to the brain's function
Ow, you need to slow the fuck down
With the bullshit banter you a rapper not a clown

Stepping up to the mic is like stepping up to the plate but
N***as half step and they can't wreck cause they spit fake
In high school, used to smoke L's in the forest
At Glenwood with Noah Chase under the eye of Horus
Porous, hit the beat slow like a loris
Me and my armed forces rocking like all clauses
And sonnets, spit supersonic ebonics
Hair got nappy so I rock it in a bonnet

New Rochelle police seem to love me in the streets
Cause they stay on a n***as back, checking from head to feet
Stalking us, stopping to talk to us
And night time be the time when all of the narcs is up
It doesn't bother us we just stay on the side of trust
Trying to start a movement, stirring the populace
You not stopping us, the bunch of guys plus
Nandee, still in his prime like Optimus