I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in class
Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass
I hate to say I told ya'll, but I told ya'll
Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You bout to get swooped down on and stoled on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise
How could you sleep? I always thought you were the first to ride
Ay yo you heard the line "Everybody plays the fool?"
Well, I'll be that exception to the rule
The principal that hand-deliver lessons to the school
I was making major moves, my dollar Déjà vu
My mission wore my ambition was brandished in the tool
To be an icon wearing slippers made of pythons
Get mine quicker 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline
Transporting the oil, tribulation and toil
Hit the operation, but I'm back on the soil
Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, Tipper Cashmere
Burned the room down in a minute, built it last year
Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed a cashier
My homie told me to come with him to the mass yea
Them brothers said "Don't go from written bars filled with rage
To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier with people getting money like the finest sear
Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped
And Bevel Rap on a doctrine level so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm Fab Pharaoh
Undergarments or armor be my intimate apparel
Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate
Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident
Maybe, my accumen's on par with Kool G rapping and
Give me the proper respect, mothafucka, we back again
For a couple things, we lost in the fire
The drive, the desire to perform on a higher plateau
I'm at that show lost in a mire
Wondering how we got so far from inspired
Look, when photos were sepia-toned
And record players were something
You were keeping your home
Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq was known
The exemplary performance, uniquely his own
I made the twenty-one pound for some a newfound religion
Where money put down, it's only one sound to make
OGs and young lions equally proud to listen
The secret of amalgamism and algorithm
Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness
Where archaeologists found my image in parchment
Rose into a scroll holding a message for you
It said the only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble
The anomaly sworn solemnly high snobbidy
Freakanomics and war policy, dichotomy
That's Heaven and Hades, Tigres and Euphrates
His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies
As babies, we went from semi-lac and Enfamil
To the internet and Fentanyl
Where our consent was still against the will
I got that detox for ya'll
The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge
Listen, somebody said the price tag was on the rapper's head
So we gon' see a nice bag when the rapper dead
The mask black, the flag green, black, and red
They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed
No doubt, yo the game went they own route
I can't explain what these lame kids is talking about
Or how they fit they own foot into they own mouth
I put a couple bodies in a brown bag then I'm on route
I'm sneaker shopping with my son, in size 8
Prior to they release 'cause why wait?
Look in my estate, I got electrified gates
For these blasé guys hating at a high rate
'Cause I dodged fake then got great, the fly's straight
If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate
I'm that gun in ya'll face, none of ya'll safe
If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin'
Sippin' on something with a strong taste
Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base
My Levontae resemble of vehicular threats
The mic I spray resembling the sickle of death
It ain't strenuous to come from a continuous breath
I set fire to the venue, I'ma spin you and step
Rinse, repeat
You checking for the sound of the beast
I'm the hound, I'ma creep, I get down, I'ma eat
I'ma keep something to lay a naysayer to sleep
Playing with heat, nobody or nothing fucking with Riq'
Yo, these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the streets
Nigga please, you ain't working with nothing but the police
Listen, you ain't finna be nothing but the deceased
Listen, you in a tournament with a permanent crease
I strike fear in the hearts of Rap figures
Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privlege
From boom brap niggas to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between the seconds on the chronograph
How much more CB4 can we afford?
It's like a Shariah Law on My Cherie Amour
How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure?
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator
Brim State fresh feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got a messenger left
One dead messenger, yup
My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger
Look, my capo regime is to no redeem
And my oldest son I made Saleem out of New Orleans
Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf
What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art
I'ma say 300k ain't even in the ballpark
I charge more just for awkward small talk
So yes, who's fucking with it if it's not the best?
I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request
It's Kafka-esque, his holy nest, stop the press
That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh
Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you
Let her massage your back with black seed oil
The foundation is firm, the flags need soil
Me? I need royalty because I bleed royal
Go through the vein to the brain, fabulous and strange
My journalistic range is a catalyst for change
It got anybody that listen pissing flame
And 'cause the Hall of Fame got so many missing names
I'll acknowledge the, original peoples not Oliver
Y'all will get the next challenger for Ex Calibur
I'm, more police for my core beliefs
They tried to capture me and brand me on the cheek
With a fleur-de-lis
The side of my heart'll be more discreet
I'm international my passport page is like War and Peace
I've always played my part from the start
Back in Philly with the triggers mandatory to spark
With a side of some flammatory remark
I'll have you in a living in a category apart
Listen, a grain of salt'll tip the scale, it never fails
Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails
Criminal records like record sales
Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells
My mother was a working class, very loving woman
Who struggled, every dinner could've been the last summer
I come home, chasing good for nothing half-cousins
And then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cooking
She was introduced to that substance abuse
On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced
Look, I even got excused by the principal
My story is out of the Dubb Dubb interview
I've seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too
I never thought I'd win Grammy Awards with The Roots
I never thought I'd be getting long in the tooth
My OG told me 'Boy you better go and live your truth'
I am a walking affirmation, that imagination
And focus and patience get you closer to your aspiration
And just 'cause they give you shit don't mean you have to take it
My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits
Yours truly, the celestial being
You stay seeing pulling up in a fresh European
High-stepping out of a dress to a T
Not another got more soul, unless you Korean
I’ve been having visions of Nat Turner holding his master’s head
Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet
Smacking it like a tennis racket underhanded
Send a message through the Gram: 'The Eagle has landed'
Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas
I am no gorilla I just make 'em go bananas
Outstanding, red, black and green bandanas
Cocked hammers, hairs on my chin is outstanding
Can't manage the weight of war, it's just how I'm balling
Look, I'm falling from the sky to see my calling
I'm not crawling, I'm a free man like Morgan
Seeing man hood in the hood is a damn good bargain
If a black man don't tap dance
And every girl don't got a fat booty, don't lapdance
Well I guess that's something wrong, huh?
Niggas completely uninformed
I don't burn bridges, yo I keep the haters' running for em'
I ain't one of y'alls peers, I'm the sum of all fears
Somebody stronger than me? Who that? I'm all ears
Like Obama, I wish he had another four years
Y'all some jolly good Hollywood squares
I'm like, ahem, approach the author with your offering
I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring
Being His excellency gets to be exhausting
You in the residency of the one they call
King Dada, Ali Baba, the talented Mr. Trotter
Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata
Big Poppa, wig chopper, emperor Jaffe Joffer mofucka
I'm stronger than the coffee out in Kaffa
All you niggas vagina hop, remind me of Icona Pop
I step in the booth, I'm a bull inside a china shop, mollywop
Watch another cotton picking body drop
Every time we rock, yo they acting like it's Mardi Gras
'Til the party stop, skirt off like she that Ferrari drop
Soul saw you pumpin' that earth wind and fire Body Ah
Cool and product doc, a la marina hard body ock
You seen another rapper cleaner mami? Probably not
How it feel to be the best that did it, I admit it
I visited from planet bring these niggas death in minutes
And y'all know I'm exquisite, wicked as Wilson Pickett
The sickness I exhibit I'm too legit to quit it
I don't fake it 'til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it
Never tinted what I'm about I represent it
Infinite just like Chase is, been a million places
Conversation is how beautiful my face is
People hated on how sophisticated my taste is
Then I pulled up on these mothafuckas in a spaceship
Panther mind, I'm made of elements you can't combine
I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define
Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla
Recording artist slash psychology professor
I preach for the East, never fold under pressure
The beat's from the East and I glide like Clyde Drexler
Ayo, my new name is 85 X's
'Cause I'm the rap game certified specialist
When I was reckless I was worried 'bout the guest list
I'm helping rappers everywhere fulfill a, death wish
Yo Flex, I'm glad we made contact
My nigga also know this shit for combat
Brain matter contain too much data
I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter