I burst on the scene with a swagger And the truth is, y'all better step aside for the new kid Because I'm wreckin' it, effortless with everyone I'm messin' Cats stressin' cause they mirror be projectin' my reflection And where these rappers wanna bust a spit? Probably jetted like the juice, yo, they must've quit It's a rag tag army vs an imperial force Spittin' napalm bombs inflictin' serious losses Cause I'm a boss like Rick Ross with real skills You try to cross my pitfalls and minefields These licks stick, I don't flip bricks or sniff sniff I don't bluff, I don't puff puff or sip crys I rap rap and I spit spit, my rhyme dope I've had enough of these half assed benign folk So when we chillin' yo we bond for real Raw recognize raw, ain't no form or seal
Yo I'm the Baron, the killer, the thriller, the don Everybody know I be gettin' it on Yo I'm the Baron, the master, the man of the year All of my enemies be tremblin' in fear
I wanna, I wanna start it up, spark it up You think you got the heart enough? You hardly tough, yo, you lookin' starved and scared You hardly bad and you probably mad I wanna, I wanna get get up I rock mics and I rip it up Straighten your wrist, make a fist and you stick it up What you gon' do when this ish erupt?
I walk in the studio and open up the cabinet Once the microphone meets my eyes then I'm grabbin' it My rhymes is immaculate, timin' is accurate And I could say the same for all the guys I be rappin' with
I could pass the mic to the left or to the right And whoever standin' next to me be strengthenin' the ciph When we chill and hit the pipe, we definitely tight Shit, everyone I'm messin' wit is nice
I'm effortlessly scribin', my temperature be risin' My methods I be hidin', you ain't ever gon' find 'em You could call me God cause I'm on some divine shit Deliverin' my rhymes w/ seismic force, they hit
Split the dirt planet burst in flames Humanity cease but the earth sustains Lyrical Armageddon, you better get your reverend and repent Before you go to Hell instead of heaven
I ain't no flamethrower, more like a knuckleballer Causin' chaos and disruptin' order Across borders and over water, but I don't support torture And unlike the Knicks I always hit my shots in the fourth quarter
So if you try to play me, you get played back Just like a good take on that A DAT tape You make that cake but you ain't that great D-Ray bout to take yo place!
Cuz man I ain't feelin' rap, where the rhythm at? Only a handful of emcees left who could kill a track Who got the biggest gat? Man they lyrics wack How bout the mercenary killers that still in Iraq
Shootin' cruiser missiles where they eatin' dinner at How 'bout them NYPD piggies that be killin' blacks And keepin' political prisoners up in the rack I'm spittin fire, never filler, on the ill attack