Ay, ay, mic check, one, two, ay, ay
Ay, ay, man, ay, turn the music up
Yeah, uh, (you hear the horns) yeah, Crooklyn
They only gettin better, we only gettin better (Mick Jenkins)
So, yo, ay, man (not too much fighting)
The best rapper alive or not
Was laced by the greats
I just had to tie the knot (ay, it's a warning stupid)
Turn me up, turn me up, yo, yo
Minnesota warned me they'd want a war
But actually they forfeiting
Like they wardrobe for half of the week
Still eating rappers like chicken quesadillas
With extra cheese and pico de gallo
Thinking they fire, but they easily mild
Check the score, you're just a tourist
You ain't really wild
I made a hundred thou' and freaked it like a black and mild
Made another hundred thou' and then I blew it
Like a, performance from Miles with a horn in his mouth I do it
I was born with this style it's unfortunate how
They put a pro-choice in question like abortion is now
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
Yo, I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke (you know?)
Ayo, ayo, yo
Ayo, Paul, ay, ay, ay, roll me up one of them hot ones, man
With that, with that real fronto, man
Yeah, none of them, I don't know
None of them vegan joints, you feel me?
Y'all Crooklyn one of my favorite movies
Now me and Crooklyn be makin' movies
Spike, please do the right thing, don't sue me
Still fightin' the good fight, still fightin' the good fight (you nigga, you nigga suck!)
Read the autobiography of Malcolm X as a Christian
Start a question in the reverend like "This nigga trippin'"
Gettin' still, it's still a course I'm carryin' my uncle a senior bishop
My god mom an apostle I'm solo, ho
The prophet, it's in my heritage
To church, you go to pray in it
Shit, the work is on the outside
Hip-hop songs off, all my brothers on the front line
If this resonate with you I'm invitin' you to combine
With me till our multiplicity is big enough to blow him up with one bomb
Why you think we always in some bond?
Cause they don't want us to combine
Which is why thou shalt not fuck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of poke and dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
Yo, I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me
Or he, face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of poke and dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke (But I want all of the smoke, but I want all of the smoke)
