They talking slick out the side Ayo, peace to the lovers, that's word to my mother Ain't no other brothers that can see these motherfuckers like They talking slick out the side They talking slick out the side Ayo, peace to the lovers, that's word to my mother Ain't no other brothers that can see these motherfuckers like They talking slick out the side In! In walks the titan with his chest out Clear as day, a few freaks in the guest house Ballin'! Are apples falling from the sky? All votes are in, it is he, he is I, I Yup, I'm cool Doug E., get my shoeshine Ain't nobody fresher than me, look how I spew lines, uh Mami got a body like a goddess so papi's only right approach is to be modest, cyat Don't get mad if radio don't play it As long as everybody shake they ass in Himalayas Cause we gon' be alright Well, at least tonight Cause they say, they say They talking slick out the side Ayo, peace to the lovers, that's word to my mother Ain't no other brothers that can see these motherfuckers like They talking slick out the side You did me dirty-ditty-dirty, but I tried to find a silver lining And when I talked to you, well, it's reads between the lines PTSD, shit, you got me going up my mind Trying to find something simple like a glass of wine I ain't blind, I see through you reaching every time Playing games, like a clown would, [?] Being slick, well that's your favorite trick Pulled a monkey out the hat, throw some shit, [?] Hocus pocus on that bitch so I can focus on my shit I know they hoping that I quit Out the locus I ain't joking I might be [?] out sometimes but never am I broken Soft spoken, deep in thought Building, going through the motions They talking slick out the side Ayo, peace to the lovers, that's word to my mother (Right?) Ain't no other brothers that can see these motherfuckers like (Take you back) They talking slick out the side Lickety-split, spit slicker than Ricky D Don't go getting no funny ideas around here with me You hear? It's Imani, you beating around the bush, barking up the wrong tree with me They suffer from paralysis by analysis Fake kings, ruling from sand palaces Double speak, with double think Fuck your check, your mate is check You mope and scratch your dirty neck Out with my dogs, blunts big as timber logs Keep big guns, big as Big Pun Out here it's a war, dawg, your squad is pork Why we don't fuck with y'all, don't fuck with y'all at all, say it Niggas try to copy my intellectual property [?] the first degree lyrical robbery Somebody call the cops for me I can't believe these niggas try to thieve and leave so sloppily Historically, that's just another atrocity They got many niggas try to steal from Socrates You want the dope shit? I got the poppy seeds You niggas owe me props and an apology It's your boy boinging on the mic like Sammy Davis All jokes aside, how far can I take it? Get it? Yo, these bars ain't no fake shit Real emcee, nah, not no fake spit Attack the track, crack your collarbone I'm on tour, no, I'm not at home Call me in LA, but I'm out in Rome Same old hustle, different time zone They talking slick out the side Ayo, peace to the lovers, that's word to my mother Ain't no other brothers that can see these motherfuckers like They talking slick out the side They talking slick out the side Ayo, peace to the lovers, that's word to my mother Ain't no other brothers that can see these motherfuckers like They talking slick out the side