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[Verse 1] I ain't even gotta give this too much thought Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York? Little homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork The messenger with all them rings on that horse Carrying king's heads til I kick you in your chest And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit Homie, you know how many bodies that fit When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA can spit'' Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed Or maybe I'm not on your radar You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped So zip it, I got this shit, real hip-hop in this bitch The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick I stomped the red carpet holding my dick And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards that y'all niggas get Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch SongtexteCause I don't big up the elite The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat I'll see to it, y'all missing like a wino nigga teeth Anybody can get it Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga One nigga, two niggas, a few niggas I do niggas harm with these bars It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards Put that telly you trying to check in, boy, that property's ours Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day Yeah, that's where the boss stay You no hear that oye? A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye But I don't claim king even though my name ring And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the same thing Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close To staying Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie But Dre you a fucking gangster and Kirdis you're such a sweetie And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all ever need me But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!) Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi I fuck her then take her out for fries and a panini I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap Before this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars? And the force that I come across was like rhyming inside a star With the Universe on my back, your human verses is wack I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it I turn this bitch into Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot I love competition, constructing a composition Of destruction, putting Destructicons in the calm position I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin' That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire Aus Songtexte Mania