Statik Selektah, Sean Price, Saigon, Lil’ Fame - Critically Acclaimed lyrics

New told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Uh, what the fuck, what the fuck, huh?
Uh, if I ask you who's your top
10 greatest rappers dead or alive
And you don't mention my name
I'm a blacken your eyes
I'm from the bottom of the 'ville
Duke I had to survive
Where them snakes that'll murder your fam'
And then slap you a five
Keep it goin now, PE shit, hold it now
Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)
It's the death of a MC
Death of the Auto Tune
Death of the motherfuckin engineer
That recorded to ya you're spaced out
What the fuck you recordin for
Motherfuckers on the moon?
This is for my real corner goons
It's Fame (MOP) , back at it again
Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge
Niggas ain't gon' give me my credit
So hear's a couple of curse words
For y'all niggas to edit
Suck a dick, you trick punk bitch
You fuckin with the Brownsville warriors
I'm so glorious

Ad libs "Tell 'em Fame"
"Lil' Fame in the"
"Holdin it down, for New York City"
"It's (BK) , it's (all day) "
"Statik Selektah"
"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame"
"New York, is takin the scene back"
"Yes sir" "The worlds most underrated"
"I'm showin off for Statik" "Brownsville"

Haha, look oh, I get it
You thought you was dealin
With some regular niggas
Fishermen'll find your fuckin head in a river
See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs
I'd rather deliver
Yeah I got locked but I'm here
He a dead nigga
You can't compare it, I hear niggas
With 25, say fuck inside, i'm a wear it
From dead niggas, I don't hear shit
Think before you risk losin your health
Niggas grillin me, should understand man
You're just confusin yourself
Cause, I don't buy that, that shit is whack
It's a smart act
Tell a cat let's do a car jack
See where his heart at if he refuse it
Then Omnipotent might lose it if he do it
We gon' see he fuckin stupid and use it
To make 'em do shit
Like rob a club with a pool stick
On a train stickin chicks in
They tit with a toothpick
Lay back and laugh at this jackass
Make 'em let me use his army coat
Pocket as my personal crack stash
If he ever backlash, let the black MAC
Blast from the back of his cap up
To the crack of his ass
Look it here, niggas took it there
Like a crook'll care
I unload, all ya hear is
Blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, nigga

"Saigon-Saigon the Don"
"Holdin it down, for New York City"
"It's (BK) , it's (all day) "
"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame"
"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin
Cause herbs just be shittin off
The words I be kickin" "Say word"
"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a) "

Haha, what up?
Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket
Shoot the first whack rapper spittin
Trash on the set pass me a check cause nigga
Don't be rappin for free
Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat
Fuck around and get smacked with the
Heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em
Loved across the board, P hate 'em
I don't like thugs
(thugs) , I don't like nerds
I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed
I hate seein you birds, hummin
Stunt on the block
Suckin cock for a hundred a 'wap get a job
I used to sell rocks in
Front of my mom's building
Twelve hundred a day
Now me and my moms chillin
Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show
Sell white to white people
Stay playin in snow (okay)
Stay rakin in dough
(yeah) , you stay hatin the flow
Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose

"So what"
"Just wonder why he's fuckin crazy"
"Holdin it down, for New York City"
"It's (BK) , it's (all day) "
"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame "
"Somewhere"