Zilla! N.S.S!
Shout out to Maci Jae
You know what I'm saying? G-Bunny in the building
Aye!
My bars Paul Robeson status, I graduated from the hood
Public schools with masjids and Catholics
We use alcohol bottles and baby aspirins
Youngins act up, get ass-beatings and smackings
Open hands or backhands, faces marked up
Days, straight over, they disturb the Starbucks
Ratchet girls showing the twat at a McDonald's
Flip burgers, just for 10 straight hours
Thinking her vagina contains power, without knowledge
Yo, this gotta change, but they ain't hearing what we shouting
Inebriated by social media
Making up words that's not English in the whole encyclopedia
I plan to keep hip-hop steady
Stronger than a hit of Reggie
My people flourish like confetti
We've been ready
And y'all don't want no smoke
Bring it back, boom bap, history rewrote
Yeah
Y'all don't want no smoke
Y'all motherfuckers don't want no smoke
Yeah
Y'all don't want no smoke
Y'all motherfuckers don't want no smoke
Yeah
Y'all don't want no smoke
Y'all motherfuckers don't want no smoke
Yeah
Y'all don't want no smoke
Y'all motherfuckers don't want no smoke
Nobody waiting, from Pastorius and Baynton to the Badlands
The whole borough, mad as Afghans
A buncha Oscars just grouchy in a trash can
I'm like Snapple, how I spit these Philly facts man
Say a PRAYAH, cause these tings, i'm a Bad Man
People salute me all over, got mad fans
From autistic savants to the drunk and sober
My tunes waking asses up, like a cup of Folgers
A child of a single mother, yo, she raised a soldier
Ready to go to war, win, lose, or draw
Whatever, I'm not stopping till my destiny is manifested
More than cash, I hold perception
I'm working ery' night, yo, the bull super restless
Answer to none, my stature answer all questions
No smoke, bitches
Yeah, no smoke, bitches