South Park

That was cute man, that was real cute

Now you about to get some competiton

Cause I dont know if anyone else is gonna say anything

So we about to get into this

We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx

Know what I mean?

S'Mickey  Black apple, bitch

XMJ, peace to Lord GFC

Yeah, I'm ready

Where I've been at, what I'm up to

Nobody cares so my response is f**k you

Black apple patron in the city y'all black foes

Throw my hues like Langston

I dont know what you thinkin

So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you

Game point and I spot you

Shoot over you then I watch you

Look over to see the ball go through the net when I washed you

You knew who to name in that song and who not to

From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit

Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits

Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho

This is what you wanted nigga?

Competition from a killer that's a tundra spitter  cold

I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars

Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga

You the king of New York? Beg your pardon

The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem (2Pac)

Don't be like Ja Rule mimicking him

Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again

Who Bishop against? None of y'all

You avoid juice

Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q

Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit

You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit

Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit

You say you sick? I cough over that shit

Who want this?

I'm targeting you, calling your crew

Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you

Homie it's true

But you know what? I ain't gonna namedrop y'all to death

Cause Hova's team is the only Jay Rock we respect

New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare

I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah

I'm at the window like Malcolm looking at y'all scared

You at your internet window, you saying I'm soft, where? (where?)

You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg

Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars?

Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg

A good kid turned the mad city after him y'all

Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York

I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song

I aim for the soul with them bars, I won't spare it

I'm just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us

So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless

Vampire with the bars, I'mma find y'all next

Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets

You shot and got a quick return like the IRS

Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though

Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk

Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden

It's shockin how I held back and came at 'em full force

Remember Raiden (yeah)

Let's bet on the next threat, new cess next

You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress

Telling you right now, don't talk around me

Cause out west you couldn't picture getting hit like a papparazzi

Black apple, I'm ready to set it off

Coming for the bank, who ready to play] the God?

While I'm busting open doors everybody on the floor

Put the money in the bags, don't ring any alarms

I'm taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song

Ain't no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace

Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response

I'll be here with the rest of my city holding the fort

Reality gonna show him that I'm raw

But can he get cancelled with his bitch? That's Khloe and Lamar

Let's have it, lets have some fun, you know

You wanted to have some fun? Well, let's do that then

You know, make sure y'all ready

Cause clearly we're ready over here

You know

Nah, f**k, I got another verse

I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church

Two arts and mouse

I'd rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey

Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley

Hypnotize...