I ain't just poppin' my chest I did my a lot to get my spot in the best Me and Dot got somethin' in common We ain't pop in the west We went east to feast for years Before the city would back us It was hard for the skill to lay niggas to really get traction Close homies gave us the crooked eye for rapping with pain Conscious rap, they shut the door if you ain't snatchin' a chain It affected us Dot, I can't forget when they was neglectin' us They said we'll never make it now look who protectin' us It's the West Coast bodyguard Physical pass, show my body scars Been through every barrel with a hundred raps Back when it was one shot kill, wasn't no run it back Barbershops, corner stores, miss a word and you done, in fact Just spit superb, tell your homies quiet down to rip a nerve Before I met Soul, I made you niggas heard Resident Evil, pleasant with people Time to snap like a schizo without a pill Let's head to the sequel Now this the night at The Apollo as I swallow your career whole Dear Cole, tell 'em what I did in the studio Three hundred tracks in two days, I'll for sure pop Came out the booth, the whole room said "He not like us" that was before Dot A human I'm for sure not Human got me in tunnel vision, writing in sin I blacked out this whole ride, you see it's light at the end, huh Lux was a tough decision, I fuck with it Fuck your disses, it's up so we up the switches Which it stands, one man left on a hill It's Quill, I'm here Killer clown, huh Thinking that he it, oh, it's deaf, you hear me now Nope, show me a quote that stuck from one of them records Flow and pocket, nice voice Dope beat selection (for real), I see you Low in the spot that get you added to goats This the talent I boast, you salad with goat dreads Gin and Juice but no beach cruisin' This Dre and Snoop on a boat head A deli slide, all light there equal to zero It all comes around to the bread when they thinking they heroes I chop cheesy thoughts, your sleazy cloth come from a rinse rag I'll wash you easy Ruthless, my plot beneath me Proofread goofy, time to get spooky See what son about Light still outside, they runnin' out, huh Homes got ghosts, it ain't a haunted house What y'all debatin'? All the bait I gave you for conversation Karma bacon, they hate shade throwing but stalling Ray Bands Glasses, all these niggas like black and they flow mulatto Caramelization Brooklyn clown underground laid Harlem shakin' (ayo) Double-barrel aim, I won't spare a name There the game go back in it's place I thank you, Joey Grateful for this space you created AZ, King, Ray Coyotes, Lit Papi, K-Boy On Hitta, we did that Jag, we did that Slid on niggas with box and hard raps Big smoke, this the cigar pack Put hands and feet on niggas, Seagal's back Can't cop out now, we set a hard trap I'm in it for the long run I'm Michael Johnson, boy got aid Oh, he was Magic Johnson Son a bitch, 6ix9ine had y'all tucked in a ditch (for real) The NY sound was up for the fishes The Ruler's back, oh, you the man, Joey (Joey) Today I crown you the King of New York for taking that stand, Joey You really took the fade with all of us, a brave man NY-made man, it's just immortal when your grave land Big stepper, figured they needed this Oh, this feeling they deleted this Elite exist in ways hoping that we delete They feed the streets low bar rappin' So we don't tap into that four forethought They double speaking right in front of us Of course we all fought for every hood story Paid in Full, Menace II Society, Boyz-n-the-Hood The play will pull the mind, right in Jersey Drive I'm still whippin' them without dissin' Kids listen, this is just my real mission Came to the game to show you the real vision Marvelous, gargle us, brainwashing lane They got us in plain sight staining each other When we should be hanging together East Coast versus the West Coast, the klan got they own post And we ain't want no smoke None of us, shouts to Khalil Muhammad This shit is bigger than rhyming, I promise Land where we walking to Malcolm, Martin With all our crews, Trayvon Martin, STEEZ you marchin' too I figure we call the truth then we all inclusive, let 'em analyze Made up story, gave us glory, this what they worried 'bout I tricked them with the beat play And now we on a sweepstake Dummy balling filet mignon, three plates The reactors'll replay, we dropped so much shit They gon' be weeks late Infinity War take for the street play Had shit for the rappers and the DJs, a new case People living in shacks, had to screw face I see y'all, thank you, I love you All of the bloggers balling, calling each other All of the podcasters mobbin' for supper All off our hard work, look how God work We fed the streets when they needed that the most And we can boast about this shit for a lifetime Aye, Dee-1, that's Christ time God said light shine, I'm made to do it No slave to who is in charge, I engrave the ruin Something new in the book of Hip-Hop Set the stage, I promise a new day The age of the consciousness, Jamar, I got us Lit with they devastation I mastered all my crazy thoughts with sensory deprivation Took mountain heights through pyramids I learned how to blink or two History comes as text format You see what ink'll do. Right, right Gun spree on decrease We did it all without them bleeding the streets We did it all without us feeding they beast We put our feet in the seats So the plans they had to dumb us down and summer now The Sun still set in the east, it's light