(Kirk on the beat) These niggas must've forgot, man Ayo, y'all nigga must've forgot, man (New York City) Ha Y'all niggas done fucked up now, man (you are now rockin') Know I'm sayin', are you stupid, are you dumb? (With Joey Bada$$) Y'all niggas thought this was, man? (Yeah) Nigga, fuck a 20v1, nigga, I take anybody (ayo) Take all y'all niggas, man (grr) Y'all niggas want? (Badmon) Look, your days is numbered like days of summer (uh-huh) Rain or shine, I'ma bring that thunder You talkin' like I can't see light, yeah, okay The question is it, me v, you or you v, Ray? Either way these L's gettin' passed out Lights off, when I black out Swervin' in the lane with me, better crash out You niggas light weight, I swear I ain't even maxed out No matter what stage they put you on, you still assed out (ha-ha) Your thirst for attention is sad Nothing you could say could take away that sus shit you said on VLAD (ayo) I would say, I'ma get on your ass, but you might like that (ayo) I'm smokin' all you niggas in the blunt, this the 'Lyt pack The irony for months, they told Joey to fight back Now, every punch line, they need a crutch and a ice pack I'm silly with the upper cuts, there's video proof (facts) Fuck y'all niggas still tweetin' for? Get in the booth I'm really the truth, got better off callin' a truce Better yet, get the general, I'm killing his troops (grrt) I put the last nigga in a body bag Now I just spun back to get his dog tag (grrt) Thought I told y'all, niggas ain't fuckin' with me, rhyme for rhyme They ain't war ready, they more ready for Comic-Con (haha) Who want it with the rap phenomenon? Take a number, fall in line I'ma get through the day fast like Ramadan I'm the real bogeyman, y'all niggas should be afraid Fuck takin' y'all so long? You niggas seven days All 'em shots y'all took and I ain't even get grazed Sonnin' y'all, Kanan ain't the only thing gettin' raised Triple entendre, don't even ask me how I packed him out Punch lines pack a Pacquiao (boom-bow) Tell 'em real bars is back in style (bang) And y'all niggas gettin' smoked like Black & Milds, chill I heard the streets call you Quill No wonder why your feathers ruffle Bird nigga teach a man to scuffle (teach 'em) I'm a gladiator, word to Russel Flexing on you niggas and I ain't even had to move had to move a single– The kid from West Brook' got the whole West cooked (uh-huh) They jabs weak now, heard they workin' on they best hook (uh-huh) Look, Ray Vaughn was so last week Now, I'm hearing shit about some nigga named Ass Cheek Who wanna be the next victim? How many Top Dawgs will it take to sick 'em? (I'm sick) Tryna take a bite out the apple, it's just forbidden (ha) I'ma break them down till the atom, this split 'em, when I hit 'em With the finisher, eyes on the prize, hand on my fire, don't make me pull it sir Better be wise 'Cause if it would occur, I'm dottin' T's and cross your I's like Whitaker The plot is now thicker than Vivica Fox is (uh-huh) I'm killin' ya, really the villain, I'm back and restoring the feeling Y'all niggas is really the fillings Nothin' but my childrens, these flows could break ceilings, knock buildings down Told y'all niggas I'm back, I know you feel it now And that was cute making it seem like you predicted my bars When in reality you heard my freestyle since March I'm calling your bluff, you wanna see me 'cause you runnin' from Lux When niggas who say they want power, ghost the script (that's right) Post the the battle, you don't commit But what I can do is put it on wax, you know it's lit, hold up, nigga This bitch skateboardin' and doing tricks (uh-huh) Oh, I'm a shoo-in, I was just at Jordan with the kickflips (nigga) What we doing? East to the West, that's crossroads for you and never we intersect (woo) Line for line and hashtag it (uh-huh) This ain't 'bout good kids or badasses (damn) It's when punks who talk like they want it, don't have at its It's for the palace, pour the chalice, I'm a king, you a challenger This light work and my aura on Aurora Borealis Ignore the challenge, hype me up, nigga, I want all the value Cut it out, 'cause for the record we ain't talking songs and albums or performing ballads just Or rhetorical talent, get swiped, at me, ain't valid Can't chase 'em, so bank on 'em to come and get that check Then he puts it all in the balance to fall over flat Tried to climb the mountain and he broke his back LA strips, players and six-fours with lift chambers, how you switch up? You ain't hit us like mama, the whips raised in My slip hangin' a, Raymon the kitchen, don't miss Thing in position, her kid came in here sniffing, I'm cookin though This troll nigga fakin, making window shop payments I'm serious, I'm a mannequin show 'em, displaying And he gon catch a fit he can't hang with Tee Grizzley, I'm big gaming, the Knicks head coach, I'm putting pain in You been on the ropes (woo) That's why you wear that ski mask, careers on a slope (huh) Your shit playin' freeze tag, you been going for broke End game, Joey out here lightin' you up Niggas playin' with your name I'm just sayin' Shit, they thought it was a game, man Shit, catch me court side, Knicks game, man Huh, I ain't playin', man (ha) Yeah, that's right, look (that's right) This the home of the 9/11, the place of a lost choppers (yeah) We still bangin', nigga, we ain't never lost power You now fuckin' with the BK Batman, Harlem assasain Line 'em up, we toe-tagging, nigga Uh, welcome to New York City (yeah) Yeah, welcome to New York City (yeah) Uh, I'm from New York City That's right, I'm from New York City, nigga Uh (this what New York City sound like) Respect that ho Yeah, really like that I'm really like that (facts) Fuck you niggas thought, man? (Man, the Harlem assassin) What happenin'? From the birthplace of Michael Jordan The home of Biggie Smalls, nigga The home of H-O-V, nigga Stain Wayne Find somethin' safe to play with, this ain't a game (Kirk on the beat)