Skyzoo, Pete Rock, Griselda, eLZhi - Eastern Conference All-Stars lyrics

Class is open (Yo) class is open (Yo)
Class is open (Yo)
Understandable smooth shit that
Murderers move with  (Yo)

Understandable smooth shit to jump off
The stoop with know I kick in my two cents
Itʼs duffles and toothpicks
To give you 16 feel like if a pound flew in
Competition Nutso, letʼs GPS where
The roof is, right
The same flow came out the hallway with me
I put ‘95 on my back like Iʼm DeAndre Bembry
Itʼs like Iʼm Illmatic sitting on loop
Meets Mortal Kombat finishing moves
You seen what the genesis do
And the endings is Jordan-esque or
Whichever way that the play goes
'Cause six joints will get you whatever
I came as Thanos
I threw you jewels with an NYCHA flow
Blue and orange signs like I
Was on Dolan's payroll
Malcolm X Air Raid Nikes by the caseload
But still good to fuck with
A Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule
Of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the Box but
To make love to instrumentals
Do the math, right?

Look, I spend more on the baggies than
What they spent on the yola
Off a plate got rid of weight
Just like I'm Marsha Ambrosius
My bitch quit her job to
Shop and take up yoga
The strap on the Heckler and
Koch made out of cobra
You know Benny stuffed them 12
12s skinnies until it's over
Strip ladies still were stingy just
Like I'm Tommy Mottola
Nobody rhyme this dominant, honest
Probably since Hova
Crown me kindly I'm known as
The blueprint finally decoded
Proud to be noticed, watch me
All this grinding got me promoted
We clay statues poverty molded
I got rich with a Pyrex
Turn the forks around it
Then retired and got richer
Just talking 'bout it
I'm still smoking on the rawest sour
Open a trap, close that
Then count the racks up after office hours
Fans want classics and suckers want passes
Hustlers don't want much
Just comfortable traffic
All these rap niggas get
Is comfortable caskets no subliminals
I'm shooting hunting bow accurate
Let's go, who run the city the most?
Me and Sky shot up the
Club like Diddy and 'Po
I be at your front door
If it really was smoke
Every hustler who seen a brick
Say Benny the GOAT the Butcher

Everybody talking that whose the best shit
All of y'all can stop it for two years
I recorded the hardest shit that's rockin'
Verse of the year on like
All the shit I jotted (Huh)
I raised the bar
Then I linked with Marshall in the process
(Haa) i weighed the raw
I linked in Baltimore to cop it
It ain't no ice
Leave that cold water on the locket
Yeah, now it's Audemar the watches
50 pointers like Harden for the Rockets
Silencer on the barrel, gotta muffle the Sig
Popped a nigga in his side
Broke a couple of ribs
Sky, I was broke when we shot that Luxury vid
Now I'm on IG showing bitches what luxury is
(Ha) all year I made it clear they
Can't fuck with the kid
I need shorty that played Faith 'cause
I just did it BIG
Griselda Records, I'm the muscle, you dig?
I don't tussle, I let my gun touch you
You dig? It's The Machine, bitch

I could teach you about the universe
The quasars are soon to burst
The multiple suns, moons, the Earth
I rhyme exquisite and shut your city down
To the West, I'm a blizzard
On the East, I'm a Kamikaze pilot visit
Who said the kid in the Byzantine
Who envisioned green isn't mean
As a prison scene that don't
Keep they division clean?
I spit that hot tamale wasabi mixture
That's a Rob Zombie picture
Stop playing checkers with Bobby Fischer
And just embrace it
I made it to the top floor out the basement
Blew your advance on a bracelet
Pick a line I write that's not as
Wicked as a sick piranha bite
A brick of China white
Lit wick on a stick of dynamite
A quick reminder might
Show you niggas with a slick persona
I hump through your chick pajamas
And dick your mama right
Either the flow's acid
Or a trigger finger to expose plastic
Leave a closed casket with a rose basket

Ayo, my first love was a MAC-10
I got a handful, I had three bodies back then
Little snot nose nigga taking
Niggas chains off 'Yo, so big I had to
Hit it with the chainsaw (Chainsaw)
Aston Martin with the snake seats
In the kitchen, four different stoves
Fish waist deep yankee blue tops
Twenty dollars get you three of 'em
Paul made the sweatsuit
Leaning with the thing on him (Thing on him)
Ayo, Versace on a goalie
Told my teacher "Fuck you!"
I'm in class in a Rollie
Stack the hundred thousand
That was back in 2000
Sold a dummy brick, "Hurry up
Nigga count it!"
I need a cherry Maybach ASAP
And then counseling (Counseling)
Plug 30 beans at the Radisson
Got 'em dirt cheap
Three states we had to travel and
Make it back safe, 40 each I was adamant
Break one down, everything off the mannequin

Class is open (Yo)
Understandable smooth tihs
Class is open (Yo)
Understandable smooth tihs that
Murderers move with class is open (Yo)
Class is open (Yo)
Understandable smooth tihs that
Murderers move with class is open (Yo)

You can accept it
You will leave those state troopers
Guarded with their own barbarity
If you can't accept it
You will do something that will
Transform conditions here in Alabama
So I'm not worried this afternoon
However dark it may be
However difficult it may be
I know that it is true
The truth forever on the scaffold
Wrong forever on the throne
That is another part of that rich statement
Yet that scaffold sways the future
Behind the demon there standeth
God within the shadows
Keeping watch above his own
William Carl Bryant was right
Truth crushed the Earth, will rise again
The bible is right
You shall reap what you sow