Yeah yeah yeah, yeah Yo yo yo (yo yo) Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Yo yo yo (yo yo) Yo yo Yo, son duck down the alleyway Hot shots have him screaming like Cab Calloway You can hear the hooting and hollering from like a mile away I run with assholes who see a vic and salivates I don't touch the work, that's just something that I allocate Sectarian split, ineffectual Caliphate It's goma on the scale and difficulty to calibrate Don't ask me about nothing now I ain't trying to collaborate He saw an angel in the Lazarus pit This that Yahweh real king of Nazareth shit I ain't the one that you should walk into the labyrinth with And I ain't the motherfucker you should saddle with shit The dart spray semi-automatic like a ooh-wop Spit the rhyme then I bounce the master like a doo-wop It's a 249 and it's colder than hell And I treat this assholes like they JoJo the Whale (Put 'em in da fuckin' bat-troom) Yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yo yo yo (yo yo) Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Yo yo yo Look In a resort in a housebed Your money short cause your mouth big Tryna put to much food in his mouth pit We take trips back and forth down south kid It's detrimental if you telling me after Hop with the Jet Set, Jello Biafra Panic in Needle Park, a 70s master Suicide, there's a ebony plaster The Prada duffel is a khaki tan Snake in the Eagle's Shadow lord, Jackie Chan Make salat on my deen like an Iraqi man (Allahu Akbar) It's feddy absolute green like it's Barry Mann This ain't the devil's dirt this is rare soot The shoemaker children go barefoot The way you die isn't fate it's a choice Watch your bombaclot mouth, take the bass out your voice Yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yo yo yo (yo yo) Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Yo yo yo (yo yo) (Aight)