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