Statik Selektah, Royce da 5'9", Action Bronson, Black Thought - The Imperial lyrics

Yo it's the rap Scott Disick
Come through the fuckin' block
With some hot lizards
Blowin' loud in the blizzard
Put 6 digit's on the Wizards, shit
Just don't tell my misses
Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove
Spread love
Spread legs from the bed to the tub
Floor to the closet
Real sex on the Panasonic
I'm gettin' head in the pool, bitch
Bitch, I'm just better than you
Yeah, around the world like 4 times
All because a mothafucka spit raw rhymes
Yeah, more lines, more lines
Shit, feed 'em more lines and more lines
I won't dumb it down for morons
It's like shootin' big game with a small 9

The bottom line of sellin' these pebbles
Get away with your life earnin's while
I'm tryna dodge these devils
The whole squad Gucci, Jordans
But chances are
You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels
I'm sellin' wrapped up
Capped up vials of crack
Every syllable and vowel is a fact
I throw stacks
The chick ridin' with me, she polished
She a dime she stylish, check her HOEFAX
Her mileage is back, she solid
The Desert Eagle here to better the people
Sellin' perico like there is no
I or L in illegal
I hire felons, to sew up the streets
While I let you believe
That it's better to be you, baby
I call that threadin' the needle
You know me
It ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe
I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro
Impeccable ear, I take Braille
Make it Morse Code
Then peddle it like I'm tryna
Make the Porsche go

And you say New York City
My cheapest t-shirts cost me $450
Listen for me
The call of the wild is "Go Philly!"
It's shorties in the front
Row flashin' both titties
The texture of my voice is coarse
It's so gritty that I could make the people
Revolt with no Diddy
I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty
In the D where he would bring
J dilla and Dank with him
Riq Geez for mayor, a franchise player
Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah
The highway is when it's my way
Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome
And Kwamé yah
This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos
Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus
Defeat'll make a nigga get
Ghost like a seance
It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya
I plan to keep a band like Fela
Until when my career's over like AI
It's me and the Muhammads, Ali's, bay'ah
That never played the porch
Or asked for mother, may I
Listen, my callin' card ball
Hard like armadillos
Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos
Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow
But need to save the soft
Ass talkin' for the pillows
I had a issue with a hater
Now it's kinda squashed
Like a slug below the soles
Of the St laurents my response
A steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh
Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja
Sick whips in my garage
Roll with no entourage
But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade
Lebron and Bosh i keep the paper stacked
In layers like baklavas
Even though they give us ours free
Like the Amistad i know I'm sort of pompous
No type of moral compass
Go right the fuck up in your
Mouth like I'm the orthodon'tist
Some rappers just startin' out, but me
I'm more accomplished
The imperial Black Thought from
The Foreign Objects i created a movement not
Just related to music
They keep askin' me what's my take
On the state of the union
All these haters is human
But I'm a different breed
They be crazy cartoonish
But I'm in a different league
Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium
Makin' my associates act so inappropriate
I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet
Now I'm like Future on that "I
Just won a trophy" shit
Ayo the, the, the boss is back
Take that, and while you're at it
Make my coffee black
I tried to tell you mothafuckas on Respond
React i'm the nastiest to do it
As a matter of fact
Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas
I ain't tryna hear another name
If it's not mine any side talkin'
I'ma consider it shots fired
At the outlier, and start it
Up like a hotwire, nigga