I know how it feels to go from an alto
To outcast like a dude out in some southpole
I smile like al roker as I lounge in my alcove
Sonny, I will crush your horsepower to alpo
Far as the q and a, skip it for the interviews
This is not the interim or filler for the interludes
Or outros, it’s a household remedy
For anything you sweating or been living through
I’m kinda skinny
But I’m still broad shouldered enough
For me to throw your broad over and fuck
I should crossover?
Please, homie, cross over to what?
That’s a nice way of telling me to openly suck
But I’m tired of the same set of gimmicks
And how you motherfuckers all sound alike
Y’all reminding me of game 7 tickets
If you play the big wig, then you gonna get scalped tonight
See it’s about time that you learn what you’ve been missing
With them screwface drums that be murdering your system
Ill, how ill? It’s a terminal condition
We the most raw from the borough to the mitten
Back on the scene, Black hammer, white lightning
All you’ll see is black hammers white light, then
You’ll be laying with your feet up
At the pearly gates, chillin with Saint Peter
Yeah I’m a beast bro, but where is Joey Greco?
A lot of these rappers out here are cheaters
They getting over on the game
The in-crowd is here now it’s over for you lames
Bad cop, worse cop patrolling the lanes
Cut from a different cloth, we are not the same
See I’m concerned bout the chips, Poncho
SK’s a great white shooter call him Hondo
Mutilate your girl’s thirst like Brawndo
And we’re both bender, we’re not from Toronto
Pay what you owe pronto
Cause you don’t want to see us rush in for that money, Alonzo