Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - I'ma Let You Tell It lyrics

But I'mma let you tell it
And you can ask me who's the illest around
But I'mma let you tell it
Yeah, I can probably tell you
My opinion on that but I'mma let you tell it
Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?"
I'mma let you tell it

It ain't rocket science
I know you ain't cock no iron
I know who you run behind
If them shots is flyin'
I know who the crime, the crook
The lolly gag sets the rhymes, the book
The hookers who probably have sex
The kinds, the shook ones, the pawns the rook
And how the lines would look
If I'm hooked to a polygraph test
Call me papi, the best
The answer to the solution
To the problem in hip hop, you copy the test
I'm the cockiest catch, you a throw
You the treat at the end of my hook
You the eaten
You a ho, you seem to be 'bout losing
There seem to be parts of my style
Lingerin' in your bowel movement
I took the courage and built my own company
I own somethin' that's why I
Purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by, watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger
Herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give you a tip
Get a new whip and set up a new jeweler
Get wet up this 2 2 will, light up your head
And exit your lip and swell
Up your soup coolers
All your teams involved in things
That enter in your body and
End all your dreams
Enter in your shoulder, exit out your ass
Hittin' every organ like a pinball machine
But I'mma let you tell it
And you can ask me who's the illest around
But I'mma let you tell it
Yeah, I can probably tell you
My opinion on that but I'mma let you tell it
Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?"
I'mma let you tell it

Vishis in this bitch
With something that will melt you
Like Dorothy did the witch
You backtalk, nigga, and gats spark, nigga
Bust shots at your bike, make them catwalk
Nigga
We ain't stingy, we will let you have it
Guns drawn on command like Inspector Gadget
Boom! They call me the Kid but I don't play
You don't know me so me and
TI feel the same way
Blat! ASAP, fire melt into your wave cap
Push your hairline back
Give you the George Jefferson
Learn your lesson
Try to test and get aggressive
Smith & Wessons at your chest will make
A mess and leave your vest
Whole fleet hold heat, trusty OG
Go before he blow you lonely
Two 4's chromy, not rims, homie
Loud sound, light's out like James Toney
Maroon goons with rifles, boom boom your idol
Will fight you, dude will bite you
Mike Tyson trifling
Fighting lives with knives
Despite a license, we're riding with 9's
The kid with no nonsense
We're riding for mines
The team for no nonsense, we ride or die
Eyes, red, I'm high
I'm fly, wise guy, why ask why we live
Mister
Nice guy with wives, I'd pipe your bride
Many tried, none survived their crime
Call it drama, whole armada's the problem
All bearing revolvers
Click and your clique's stalling
Yes y'all, involved in what you call arson
Spit fire contents, meat market your carcass
Trying to creep
Put them where the crocodiles sleep
Guns don't cock
We just let the fully automatic heat boom!
But I'mma let you tell it
And you can ask me who's the illest around
But I'mma let you tell it
Yeah, I can probably tell you
My opinion on that but I'mma let you tell it
Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?"
I'mma let you tell it