.....Now for those that don't remember the name...I'm known as the f*ckin Greatest/
If you ask for the thread...I can certainly make it/
And when I see the crown...I definitely takin it/
If I ain't "The King"...I'm LeBron James reincarnated/
Yeah the rhymes...they hard ain't it/
When I quick-hit with my loose lips...I only pause long enough to replace my toothpick/
So f*ck waitin, cause I'm not patient...so quit the debating/
I'm a Star but never met a Mason/
My flow went from being overlooked to labeled as sacred/
You could blindfold me and I'd still see yo hatred/
Yep, that's how I deal with competition then and now/
Dealing with these n*gga's is no sweat like when I got my headband above my brow/
So there you have it...for those of you that's just getting the news/
I'm a bad motherf*cka and this thread is only here for the chosen few/
I spin words to the point I can never lose/
F*ck a DJ, just re-read my Chronicle's if you need a "Clue".....
......Look, youngin's...this is some 100% bonafide rap sh*t/
I go hard...only time I'm soft is when yo chick sucked me till I'm flacid/
It's gametime, somebody step up so I can use'em for practice/
From the 8-carat wedding band on my married hand...you'd swear I was married to money like Jaqueline Kennedy-Onassis/
But never that/
I just use the bezels to show the h*es where my head is at...and that's on my money, jack/
And from my mind comes these sickening raps/
So there you have it, holmes/
This sh*t is straight off the dome...make you think I'm a motherf*ckin Katrina clone/
Yep, my jewelry is the best that's ever been shown/
The hater's mad cause yellow canary's switch tones all on they own/
But f*ck the bullsh*t...I'd probably mad, too if the only "ring" I pick up
is courtesy fresh new cellphone/
But let me tell what is a must...and that's in God I trust/
Which is why my flow can crush mountains into dust/
So I guess you can say I'm kinda of spreading "The Word" like Jesus/
I wanna retire...but ISH keep claiming they need us/
So I decided me and my rhymes will never go/
Who needs a library when ISH is where you can find "The Chronicles"/
I blow a lot of green but never smoked the chronic, yo/
But my dough can bake enough cake to buy office space for 10,000 cubicles.....
.....I know you ain't never seen this type of grand plan, fam/
But don't let yo ego lead you wrong, man/
Keep talking and you go force me to re-draw my blueprint and put yo name in a song, man/
And you don't want that...trust me, you don't want that/
One shot to yo guts and I'll have you sucking down Gerber baby packs/
Yep, I'm the best you ever saw, cuz/
But mention my name again and that'll be the last straw, blood/
I'm a motherf*ckin nova, so let a star do what he does/
Make a mill here, then reflect on my life while I'm staring at the dubbs.....
this could be a skit on SNL or somethin... dude makes some wack rhymes, someone points out the fact that they're wack, then only responds by rhyming.
"PleezeBelieve"? I'ma buck u like the horse did Christopher Reeve.
Put MY name in a song? I already beat u to it man, where'd u go wrong?
1 shot to my gut will make me bust a nut quicker than when I f***** yo mom in the back of a pizza hut.
......F*ck what you heard, homie/
I can bring words to life/
The way I kill tracks...I must be sicker than Jeffrey Dahmer with a knife/
Check my pattern/
I've never used the same rhyme twice/
So that must that mean I'm twice as nice/
Razor sharp from the windpipe/
I got gangsta stories that would take an eon to tell/
Done carried so many hammers...da hood called me "Nails".....