To grandstand anywhere next to me
So in one stare they gettin' strapped
Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot, there's always one
Rock a bye, baby, on the tree top
All over the scene, makin' it messy
Salute these 'Supa Emcees' for bein' clever
Cash rules nuttin' from below the belt
Your pop culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin' the mic like I'm lootin'
Ain't no tricks, we set it to 'Fire' like Hendrix
Not one of your top five MCs
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin' scared
I came specifically to fracture yo' ability
So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin'
So we make a clean getaway to a better day
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, rock
Said I'm back in style y'know?
This ain't no masquerade
'Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
With the stitch to keep the cut sewn
I declare that only live niggaz rap this year
While you're keepin' out of sniper range
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
This is the year when the true better man
I declare that only live niggaz rap this year
Make it to third bass but never reach home
The word is your whereabouts is unknown
Keeps the cheddar an' writes to his destiny
Songwriters: Tarik L. Collins, William Griffin, Karl B. Jenkins, Albert Johnson, David Jolicoeur, Vincent L. Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Joseph Modeliste, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Arthur Neville, Leo Nocentelli, George Jr Porter, James Jason Poyser, Erick S. Sermon, Malik Smart, Parrish Joseph Smith, Malik Stewart, Ahmir K Thompson
With a whole lot of shootin'
While we're that point of view that you never really knew
Publishers: 18TH LETTER, EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., ERICK SERMON ENTERPRISES INC, GRAND NEGAZ MUSIC, JUVENILE HELL PUBLISHING, P. NOID PUBLISHING, PMD MUSIC INC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment, yeah, word up
By the ones who hated me on spittin' tighter
While us, we got our mitts closed
I declare that only live niggaz rap this year
There's truly a few makin' them hits
I declare that only live niggaz rap this year
All the hard rocks at liquor spots
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
Yo, this girl called me, heard the De La
Who rally to boast but now boast no more
Can't say the same for them cats who left the game
The dick choose to melt, ask where them dollars at?
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
The average MC sells terror
An' never use the weed as a ghost writer
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
Musta been bitten by a rabbit, actin' silly like that
I declare that only live niggaz rap this year
You dead center in your tracks with your hands high
You need to stop
Jam's off the meter yo, this shh is hot
'Cause you on the field buntin'
Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot
But I see clearly with ease you lack this
Playin' host to your regiment