URLtv, Iron Solomon, Murda Mook - Murda Mook vs. Iron Solomon lyrics

Yo boy I know you from somewhere maybe I'll
Figure it out in my next round
I know y'all all confused like
"What's up with this picture?"
Cause y'all like, "Aight we know Mook
But who the fuck is this nigga?"
Nah, we all know who Iron Solomon is
The Iron Solomon kid the math math wiz
Who can multiply, add, subtract fractions
Without a calculator and his
Calculations be 100% accurate
I'm not talking 'bout that shit
I know y'all all confused like
"What's up with this picture "
Cause y'all like, "Aight
Mook said he retired what the fuck
Is up with this nigga?
I mean, first it's 25K or it's 50
000 downloads in a day
Now we know he ain't get the 50
In a day that's a fact
Wait, he must've got that $25
000 from Smack" i dunno, let's take a vote
What you feel? No? What you feel? No?
You see Smack
I knew the public wouldn't believe that
Give Mook no $25
000 we all seen you tweet that
Matter of fact, take y'all Twitters
Out, relapse, read back, you gon' see that
He said, "Mook is a legend son
He did so much for me, smack
But son, giving him 25 grand
Shit I just can't see that"
So imagine how that make me feel
Coming from a nigga you come
Up with from the gutter
You say "Mook" you say "Smack"
You say "Smack" you say "Mook"
Nigga we made our name off of each other
Plus I ain't get a dollar off none of
Them DVDs you sold to these motherfuckers
So to hear him say that I knew exactly
How Able must've felt about his brother
Now niggas got the nerve to say
"Mook asking for 25K he a sucka"
Well so what?!
Ever since I battled Yung Hot and
They didn't give that doe up
I said I'm overcharging niggas for what
They did to the Cold Crush
But we back cool, right Smack?
So I'ma let the cat out the bag
I know what I'm about to say gon'
Make a lot of these battlers mad
Eh Solomon, what they gave you? Ten?
They gave Jones ten too right?

So both y'all niggas add up y'all half that
Be exactly what they gave me nigga
$20, 000 in cash and Calicoe said
"Mook coming back cause his
Career's on the decline" my answer is "No"
Calicoe, Mook coming back cause
I know platinum artists
That don't get 20 grand for a show
I didn't come here to talk a whole lot of
Popping tools and how many guns I'ma use
Solomon, I came here to strip every
Piece of integrity outta you
And break you down to your last molecule
Now at first, it appeared to be a curse
These battle rap niggas taking shots at me
But then I got to see there
Was a gift inside it because now
Everything you got to say to
Me has already been acknowledged
These niggas already know I played ball
They already know I went to college
They already heard about a Math story
That was clearly one sided
They ran into the ground I'm Ruff Ryding
But, I have yet to drop an album, shit
Thanks to these niggas your whole
Arsonal is public knowledge
To be blatantly honest
I'm anxious to see what kind of fly
Shit you gon' pull out the closet
See, if I was you I would joke about my
Moms being on crack when I was young
I would joke about me waiting by the door
For my pops but my pops never come
I would joke about me having no heat
Having to go to sleep in
One bed with four children
But see that wouldn't be smart of you Solomon
Cause then you would be dissing damn
Near every motherfucker in this building
Early in his career
We overlooked a lot of shit cause
Shit he looked like MC Serch
And he was scrawny
But, I'ma tell you a secret that
Most of us have been keeping
Nigga you are tight ropinga thin linebetween
Being funny and being corny example
He told Ness his breath
Smelled like Bigfoot's dick
Now I don't know which part
I'm more uncomfortable with
The fact that you thought it
Was clever to rap

About a character that's on
Some fictional shit
Or the fact that you thought it was cool
To rap about a character
That's fictional's dick
And then y'all minds should
Pose another question
If y'all ain't that type
Where would your face have to be in order
To know what a niggas dick smells like?
See you remind me of MC Gusto if he was white
You don't care if you're forgiven
He will do or say anything
I mean anything if it means he'll fit in
Example again then
He told Ness, in 33 AD Jesus and Judas died
So in his 33 year E ness gets crucified
That shit sounds cool but you Jewish, right?
So why would you try
To insult our intelligence?
Nigga Jews study the Torah
Jesus don't appear until The New Testament
See, you a fucking fraud matter of fact
Jews don't even believe Jesus is
The son of God
So here's a nigga that will go against
His religion to win a battle
That's scary and that's fucking odd
But see, I know what happened
He figures since most of us
Believe in Jesus he
Would use him to adapt to his demographic
But that's blasphemous
You gave every rabbi in this
World yo' ass to kiss
And your family ain't reprimand you so
They just as bad for this
I hope y'all all go to Hell and
Have to walk around with gas shoes
You ain't got no fucking right
To be exploiting Christ
You and your family Moissanites
Y'all are some FAKE ASS JEWS!
Listen, let me point out some
Shit he do for security
Little tactics to distract
Y'all from noticing
His lack of lyrical ability
He tells a lot of jokes in funny octaves
And at the end of his bars to make
Him sound hard he raise his voice
But, you don't really be doing
Nothing but making noise
I bet the students in your class
Wanted to beat you to death
Cause it's obvious to to the teacher
He was the pet

You know that nigga, you KNOW that nigga
That be crouching all on the desk
With his arm like this trying not to
Let niggas cheat off his test
Til one day he got proud and tried to
Walk in with his glasses and pad
The bully said, "Nah nigga"
They dragged him to the back of the class
He said, "Alright guys I just wanna do
My work and actually pass"
"Now shut the fuck up and add up this math!"
Now let this round conclude
You a fake Jew, you suck Bigfoot's dick
You a fraud man this shit is incredible cuz
But we can't blame him cause that's
What that nose medicine does
I guarantee that if Dave Chappelle and Rick
James were right here professing to cuz
They'll be telling him what?
Cocaine (is a helluva drug) easy nigga!

I don't know what E ness
Was talking about before
But, I AM bout to rap
'bout the background and origin
About how we been 'posed to battle but
Tonight is where the story ends
But first let me talk to the
Folks 'bout bars over jokes
To me real MC's who spit hard can do both
I got punchlines
Personals and rap with conviction
So the slogan I'm upholding
Is facts over fiction no reason to lie son
We both agreeing that I was
Just defending my title
The final season of Fight Klub
You backed out like a prudish
Square playing Truth Or Dare
Knew you'd take a dive like
A tourist wearing scuba gear
Gave a cheap excuse we ain't
Buy like a souvenir
How I end up battling some
Random rapper who was there
Told the crowd I only battled this
Bitch cause Mook was scared
Mook didn't say shit or do
Shit and you was there!
I wait a few more years while you prepare
And now you just pop up
Well I'm only battling this bitch
Cause Hollow got locked up
Then I seen Murda Mook on Murtle
Ave with Murder Gang be at
I was certain he'd be strapped or
Serving crack the work a pack
I said, "What's up Mook?"
I thought he'd say "What's
Cracking?" or go "blllatt"
But instead he said "I've been
Taking classes up at Pratt
You was looking shook in Brooklyn want me
Rolling through the ghetto with him
He thinks Iron is a copper
So nobody will metal meddle with him
I said, "Fuck protecting rappers" after what
Happened to Shawn Po
Since you think I'm po' nine
I'ma beat him 5-0 see even though I look the
Part I actually hate police
Get heated when I be around
The pork like bacon grease
You wouldn't think a white Jew
Goes HAM but I do

This guys too sick to lose til pigs fly
Well swine flu
You a sheep in wolf's clothing
I'm a wolf in disguise
When my teeth is all showing
I pull wool over eyes
I might look like the type
To the Pulitzer Prize til
I pull it SURPRISE and I bullet your eyes
See you talking that bullshit is just
A bunch of cow crap
If there's real beef that's at stake
Steak let's take it out back (Outback)
You've been sheepish since a kid but
Now you scrapping with a man
Cause Solomon the GOAT and
You a sacrificial lamb
Mook if you don't follow
All of Hannibal's demands
You see a cannibal is just the
Type of animal I am
Back when Mooky Mook battle
Rapping with him fam'
Now packing pistols and selling
Crack and pitching grams

But then he practiced jump shots
And passed all his exams
I was going coast to coast
From Smack to Scribble Jam
After stacking 50 grand
I took action with a plan
I built a studio to subtract the middle man
Now I ain't a slave to labels
Got the masters in my hand but somehow
Some people think you're actually the man
I guess we'll just chalk it up
To us having different fans
Here's something factual again
I put this on my life son
We was suppose to go on tour
In London with the Fight Klub
Whoever traveled international? Or been
In any airport ever
You know at check in they be asking you
"Is it business or for pleasure?"
This fool said it's pleasure running
Foreign game on gorgeous dames
Big business got the tour arranged I
Do this for the fortune fame
With no work visa
Fuck is wrong with your retarded brain?
Either you're insane
Smoking crack or snorting 'cane
You always lie 'bout having work
Coke and pies and packs of surf
We never seen the evidence to
Actually support the claim
Then when you do have work that's overseas
A visa we all know you need
With no permit you won't proceed they
Never let him board the plane
Either way you look at it we look
At you like you're a lame
Cause even when the story change the
Outcome is still more the same
It's like you striking out in
Every single sport you played
Until you going bowling and can't get
A strike in forty frames
The point is that you losing Mook no
Matter how you score the game
You think you going hard in the
Paint 'til you in Jordan's lane
We thought you got your watch in Switzerland
We heard that you was touring Spain
It's starting to look like Murda ain't been
Further than the shores of Maine
The thing that I don't understand is
Why you aren't more ashamed
Looking at yourself inside the eye should
Be a source of pain
You could be the hardest in crib
The hardest on your stoop
Try to be the hardest on your block
The hardest in your group
But, you a coward with no heart
So the hardest thing to do
Is just to be you Mook
That shit is the truth
So you see, I got punchlines
Personals and rap with conviction
So the slogan I'm upholding
Is facts over fiction

This nigga had the nerve to
Say that him and Math
Battle was the best battle that
Ever was on Smack
See how many niggas wanna smack the
Shit outta you for saying that?
Shall we reenact? Shall I state the facts?
Shall I rub it in your face like you
Do Proactive before you take your naps?
This suppose to be the battle of the legends
So fuck what Charlie Clips
Said about you nigga
When I look at you I don't see a legend
I see deception
Why don't we take a closer look on why your
Status of being a legend is in question
First off, comparing your resume to my resume
That is literally putting an atom
Bomb against pepper spray
Nigga technically you don't even belong in
The same breath as me
Let's just say you conned your way into
Being the legend that you are today
Let me make y'all understand what
I'm trying to say
Now your legendary battles consist of a
Nigga named Shirt N Tie
And a nigga that ain't have on a shirt at all
It's like animals that only eat leaves cause
Most his opponents we ain't heard before
(herbivore)
You gotta watch this guy he's an opportunist
All this "legend" does is use
He didn't battle Math for the competition he
Battled Math to steal his views
Cause he knew dudes would wanna see the dude
That punched the other dude on the tube
But he forgot to factor in
One equationthat he would lose
You came up off of nobodies
Smack, this is the "legend" y'all chose?
The irony, that a nigga could get a
Name off of John Does eh, eh, eh quick
Give me three legendary battles
You had on cam' exactly
Remains to be seen like fossils in museums
Maybe if he didn't diss battle rappers
In his blog with Vlad

Then niggas would probably give his career
More props than it has but see
It's evident your own negligence towards this
Culture caused you to become irrelevant
And here I am figuring that you
Would have some better sense
But then it hit me it ain't you
Your stupidity is really embedded
In your descent
It's in your genetics it was meant
So we really can't take
Offense because he Jewish
So, it's already in his blood for him to
Act like he ain't got no sense cents
So aye, Solomon, come here boy, come here boy
So you battle me but you ran from Lux
You know what you did?
You know what you did?
You got away from the nigga
Trying to shoot you
In the head and got hit by a bus
Either way you dead you fat coward
For civil rights I'ma put out
Your lights black power
Aye, you wanna take money out my
Pockets you better relax patna
Cause for those presidents I could
Act fouler than Jack Bauer i know your game
You figure since black niggas took over
Damn near sport white man created
You figure since blacks created rap
This'll be a get back, you'll infiltrate it
In hopes to become the greatest
Then that way you can open up the floodgates
So all your white buddies can invade it
Right? Well if that's your plan
You are highly inebriated
Or somebody ain't tell your dumbass
Eminem already made it and speaking of that
His online interview
I am clicking through the pages
This nigga had the nerve to say if
He ain't at least better than Em' then him
And Em' are on the same wavelength
Ain't no way in a Jamaicans tank top
You could compare this nigga to Eminem
First of all, Em' is German
He Jewish you already know what
They did to them put it like this
If he had to move his furniture from his
Old apartment to his new cordial loft
He'll be terrified to ask what
The U-Haul will cost (holocaust)
Now you wanna jack my swag?
I should smack yo' ass
You must be on E for thinking you Em'
He a clown
He wanna leave with the W but he dyslexic
Nigga yo' upsides down
You only an Em'-poster
(impostor) so switch yourself around
And you will see, fucking with E
You ain't just trying to be Em'

You trying to be me completely off topic
If my brothers Kevin and Tony Durant
Told me to describe his wife by
Using a game of ball
I would tell them niggas his
Missus is the first
Three misses if a nigga was playing Horse
Why you looking stupid boy?
Everybody know what she known for
First, her head is one pill
Short of a medicine cabinet
She letting niggas squeeze they mayonnaise
On her lettuce and carrots
She begging to go raw
She a slut and a whore
That bitch is a cold slaw
And if you feel some type of way
About that then play the floor
And I'll smash this cracker
Marshmallow to a S'more
Aye, this nigga had some nerve to say
That this was Jordan vs Bird
You fucking kidding me?
This is practice, this is Jordan vers' Kerr
And since you on my team here's
How I'ma have to do you
Spot your ass in the corner and wait
Til I pass it to you
I bet my bottom dollar he was that annoying
Little toddler you wanna beat in the street
The one mommy can't control
He gotta get walked with a lease
He don't never get hit
She just give him a speech
You know, "Sharing is caring Aaron
Be fair to your parent's Aaron
Come off the chandelier
Let's stop having these tantrums Aaron"
You see Ms murkin when these little
Bastards don't follow your rules
They grow up to kill movie theaters
And shoot up the whole school
Now let this round conclude
You think you better than Em'
You a fraud this shit is incredible cuz
But we can't blame him cause that's
What that nose medicine does
I guarantee that if Dave Chappelle and Rick
James was right here professing to cuz
They'll be telling him what?
(Cocaine is a helluva drug) easy nigga!

How many niggas came here thinking lil'
Aaron was gon' win this?
If they did they'd be the
Same muhfuckas that'll prolly
Call Stevie Wonder to the stand as a witness
Listen, I wanna see if y'all catch some
Shit he be doing every rhyme
Cause a lot of y'all be caught
With the same trick every time
Look, he listens to a niggas verse
Then he picks some shit within the verse
Maybe a line or two that be hard
It hitting it hurt he feels humiliated
So naturally the feeling needs
To get reversed
So he takes the line he flips it first
He adds some of his
Different words just prepares
Goes over in his head
What he's just rehearsed
And when it's his go he
Uses it on his opponent
So it can hit 'em worse and it works!
Until now
See, a four to six bar rebuttal to spit
The shit you wrote to me that's cool
The problem comes in when you lie and say
Everything after the rebuttal was
A freestyle too
Cause that's exactly what you do
I got him quoted
He said, "I don't really prepare
Much for my opponent
You know cause I just get
Caught up in the moment"
Okay, so if you freestyle and
You trying to do
Is portray to them is that you freestyle
It should be nothing for you to freestyle all
Three minutes of your next three rounds
And see, i ain't talking that 8 to 10
Bar shit that you start with nah bitch
I wanna dive a little bit
Deeper in the mosh pit
See, it was his image that got him over
Cause he was a corny looking white boy
So when he rap he added a little black swag
We'll give him more credit cause
Shit for a white guy, he wasn't half bad
See, but it's like the white guy
That just get on the court
You know the nigga

Got a headband on, two wristbands on
Knee pads, knee braces
A mouth guard and some tight ass shorts
Immediately, what you do? You write him off
Like, "Shit damn fuck ain't nobody else
Sitting up in them stands? Well fuck it
We gotta 'em we only got
Nine need a tenth man"
So after what, like, forty possessions they
Finally pass it to him like
"Let's see how he do"
Niggas ain't expecting much, they like
Aight at best he prolly can shoot
What yo' nigga do? He start guarding him
Taunting him
Like, "Aye white boy, show me how you hoop"
He fake a show, do the give and go
Catch the alley oop we like, "O-o-o-ow!"
White boy got game see it's a shame
Let me explain how this story and his
Story are one of the same
And how the color of his skin can
Dictate the amount of credit he get
Because the very next play
A black nigga caught that same alley oop
But it was just REGULAR SHIT!
If it's a line I'm not supposed to
Cross I'm scraping that line out
Cause right now I'm about to say some shit
You thought nobody would ever find out
And may my daughter drop dead if I'm lying
Please look at this nigga's
Face the whole time

It's a small world Solomon I'm telling you
Aight, you remember Isabelle? Well she got a
Friend that used to mess with you
Long story, me and shorty at the bar she
Had about six or seven brews
I showed her my battle she said "Wait
A minute this is what you do?"
I said, "yeah" she said
"What a coincidence that I've met
With you cause I know
A guy who does the same
Thing and he's incredible"
I said, "Then who?" she said
"Does Iron Solomon ring a bell to you?"
I said, "Nah" she said
"Well then I won't feel guilty telling you"
I said, "What's that?" she said
"One night I was gonna sex with dude until he
Confessed to me he only has one testicle"
I said, "No, wait a minute bitch
That's some shit that's supposed
To be sacred" she said
"Well some years back we dated and
That's reason we didn't make it"
Well I say that to say this
And here's what I wanna see
If you got one testicle
Then what the fuck gave you the balls
To stand in front of me?
If your niggas getting hype
You better told 'em slow
Down they speedometer cause if shit get hot
Niggas pop like thermometers
And they don't give a fuck they'll run up in
Your synagogue on your eight day of Hanukkah
Yang yang yang! Three shots in your yamaka
Niggas act like I was doing something
Wrong letting them foes hit 'em
His name "Iron" he supposed to
Have holes in him
Aye, nine years on my dick
It was pitiful, every blog, every interview
He would mention Mook and then he would
See me in person and be hospitable
I remember in Harry's office running into you
He tried to give me dap and
Come in for a tight hug
But, I brush him with the shoulder like
"What up?" give him light love
And then, Solomon decides to try again
But see we can't blame him
Cause he ain't been in the streets and did
No crime so we gotta explain him
So we can help him see the signs cause
Being from his side, as tough
As it prolly got, was the Huxtables
Smack calls time

I can't believe I just heard them
Words come out your jaw
This dude just did a whole
Fucking verse about my balls

Hey Solomon, this round I'ma give you a pass
I'ma take a couple minutes off
From kicking yo' ass
I figured this way we could better your odds
Besides, I'm already up on
The letter man cards
Now the moment we've been waiting for
Where the fuck would these battle rap niggas
Be if there wasn't no Mook? First off
No body in the world would know
DNA didn't have a tooth
We would've never heard Suge say
That bullshit about Proof
And Surf would've just been
Another dirty nigga
With his pants in his boots
Aye dirty Surf, dirty Surf, where you at?
Aye, put me on with your fashion commander
Cause how the fuck you be
Having on new clothes
That look like they just
Came outta the hamper?
You look like you wash up with a
Brand of soap called Never Clean
I swear to God you are the fliest
Bum ass nigga I ever seen
What?I gotta put it in
Subtitles or something?
Do a nigga gotta put on them
Gloves by your or something?
Do a nigga gotta let out the
Snub by you or something?
Have the body snatchers take all you
Love by you or something?
Aye Calicoe, if there wasn't no Mook
Right now you would be in
Detroit with your pack

Trying to win a freestyle battle
Using another nigga's raps
Aye Captain Planet
I think I hear some rhymes recycling
I always knew something was fishy about you
I should hook your jaw for
All them lines you biting
Aye Arsonal, Arsonal
When you put that flag on you
Look like a purple goof
You told Illmaculate you was gon'
Have your man do to
Him the same shit he did to Murda Mook
Well what the fuck did he do?
When I wasn't looking he put his fist
In my chin I smacked it down
Five niggas holding me back
I'm ready to scrap, get wild
Your man Swag moonwalk to the
Back of the crowd how we was all in your
Town and wasn't backing down?
Then why don't he say some shit
That wasn't on the tape
How directly after that I
Was screaming on him
With my hands all in his face
And he ain't swing or nothing
So miss me with that tough shit
Nigga we know you fronting
See, it's just like these faggots
They only tell half shit
Then never talk about the
Consequences of their actions
And since we on the topic
Of consequences and niggas actions
I feel it's bout time that we
Get into this Math shit
Now, I ain't got no beef with Math
That's the same exact shit he said
About me last Summer Madness
After he said that wack shit
Well after this, that's it, I'm done
But, I feel like

Any real nigga would feel like
If you one nigga fighting
Two niggas and one of them got the gun
And you still getting busy, they
Don't knock you down, you don't run
You don't get shot, have to go to the doc
Then you won!
But see, it's just like these faggots
They only tell half shit
They never talk about the
Consequences of their actions
Now rumor has it
Your boy Mathematics caught in
A clothing store in
Harlem called Jans and got his ass whipped
Reliable source says young boys caught
Math in the store
He got surrounded on, he know it's over
Waiting
For them cops is what he's counting on
But that was wrong
He got hit with racks of True Religions
Racks of Paper denims
Even the racks off the fitteds
They say your boy got pounded on
Do y'all wanna know how bad they
Said Math got pounded on?
They said they hit that nigga with
So many racks of clothes
When they was finished he had
A whole new outfit on
I said damn Hoffa, that's
More hats, more gats, more bats
I bet you prolly shit in
Your drawers when you

Hear the song Racks on racks on racks
Aye Solomon let's speak
Why don't you tell the world what
Happened with you and Immortal Technique?
Oh don't worry, I got it
Back in the days him and Tech' had some beef
They bump into one another
Figures, he wants to iron things out but
It wasn't nothing to discuss a
Now tell me if I'm lying
To these motherfucking brothers
Immortal Technique smack the shit out of him
In front of his motherfucking mother
And ask what he did when
His face met that pound
Stood there with the same look he got now
Really though
You should've had a television
Sized Tylenol when
You made that Spring Fever video i promise
This nigga was dancing with colorful
Flowers and rainbows behind him
When I seen that shit
I kinda understood why he was so
Infatuated with Big Foot's dick
If Solomon is killing Murda Mook
Right now is your thoughts you will go home
Watch that video re calibrate your
Thinking and say he lost
Now should we conclude this round?
Should we conclude this fucking round?
It ain't never gon' change with Surf he
Always gon' be dirty and old looking
Thanks to Calicoe
Lot of rap niggas got they quotes tooken
Arsonal? He pussy
Math Hoffa got a clothes whooping
You got smacked in front of your mother
This shit is incredible cuz
But, you can't blame him
Cause that's what that nose medicine does
I guarantee if Dave Chappelle and
Rick James was right
Here professing to cuz they'll
Be telling him what?
Cocaine is a helluva drug! Easy nigga!

Yo, I commend you for your courage dawg
I ain't gon' lie
Cause all jokes aside my goal tonight
Was to make you cry
I knew eight years back you lacked the
Skill it took to mess with me
I ain't even battling you Iron
I'm battling my legacy
This ain't about me beating you, nigga
This is bigger than any line said
This is about showing these niggas the
Crown only belongs on my head
But, I'ma take it off for a second and
I'ma let you wear it for a minute
But now you gotta wear all the
Negative shit that come with it
Now that you got that on a million battle
Rappers got your name in they lyrics
Cause this thing you got on your head
They all trying to get it
Picture every little mistake you make
Getting blown outta proportion
A thousand Tweets a day
Fans telling you that you lost it
And soon as a battle rapper go
On some kind of a streak
They automatically become that nigga
You can't beat then every week it repeats
It repeats it repeats
They can't wait to catch you by yourself in
The street so you gotta keep that heat
See this thing made you famous
I see your head nodding
It's getting kinda heavy ain't it
You gotta watch where you eat
Fuck, sleep, shit, park

You can't be drunk at every place you at
Nigga, I'll give you a day with that
You'll be begging me to take it back
Nigga give me my shit! Break
Whatever spirit you in
And I hope you enjoyed that cause you
Won't ever get to wear it again
I had a lot of gas on my chest
Rex said, "Mook, light the fire then"
That ignited a question
Of why you would decide to
Name yourself Iron Solomon
Alright, aside from the obvious
I know "Solomon" is your middle name
And "Aaron" is your first
So you figuring, Aaron iron, Iron
Aaron, I'll give you that it works
But see when we think about
Solomon I'ma have to
Spin this a different way
To get you convinced
I'ma have to give it to y'all
Niggas in the biblical sense
Now what they teach is that
Solomon was a king
And he was one of the wisest men
But what they don't teach is that it
Was a flip side to him
He indulged in a lot of sin a lot of
He had so much wealth and power that
The devil got inside of him
And he turned his back on Yahweh cause
He started thinking God was him
Now why would ya mama then
In turn decide to honor him
And name you after that king, King Solomon?
See, she cursed him
From the name she gave him
When she birthed him

And that's why I'm on this
Stage for one specific purpose
I'm God's son
He sent me down to do his dirty work
And wash this motherfucker up because
He's a dirty person
So don't blame me and act all hard
Blame this ass whooping on your
Mother for naming you
After somebody that turned they back on God
What happened to your old
Crew the Svengali Brothers?
Oh you ain't think I got the word?
You ain't have nothing more that
You can use them
For so you kicked them to the curb
I remember clear as day
"The Svengali Brothers
This the crew I'm riding with"
But see a problem hit
When they realized you was only trying to
Be the first four letters of Solomon
You ain't really want to put in
The last two letters of Iron
So when you used what you could use well you
Just let them the first
Three letters of flying am I lying?
See that's why I find it
Hypocritical of him to
Use my music to win in his verse
And I don't blame y'all
Cause you ain't really know how
This music industry work aye Puff
When you first come in this game
They try to play ya
You gotta act like everybody's neighbors
It's a favor for a favor
They smile in your face but deep
Down they want to slay ya
See that's why in this game I'll
Prolly never be a player
Cause that facade I won't do it
Cause, I never was a faker
Shit, if I love you then I love you but
If I hate ya then I hate ya
I think we all know this
Tune from listening to Jada
See that fake shit, I might never be adjusted
I might never get to blow, who know?
Nigga fuck it

But unlike you I'ma always stay true to
The niggas that I fuck with
I guess I'm stuck with
What I'm stuck with because I don't suck dick
Wait a minute, there it goes
Now I remember him
I've been looking for you Zimmerman
Starts pouring Skittles on Iron's feet
I've been looking for you Zimmerman
February 26th you took my life
I know you racist even though you trying
To say that profile ain't right
I know your mother from Peru
But, your father is white
And every son wanna be like
What they father is like
I remember clear as day I'm in
The middle of the street
Why you following me mister? You
Giving me the creeps
You rush me in my defense I
Started giving you the beats
And then you shot and all I had
Was some Skittles and a tee
And your apology was bullshit
You ain't mean what you say
Cause you said if you could do it
Again you would react the same way
But hey in the south the shit happen everyday
I'm just a lucky case they let
Most of these bastards get away
But Mook got me so while I'm
Up here laying in God's grace
I got the same hoodie on and
This look of a hard face
And I can't wait til next year the
Day that they put your trial on
Me, Emmitt Till and Yusef
Hawkins got our popcorn
Hope everyday you close your eyes
You gotta see me
Hope no kid gotta know what it
Feels like to be me
And when that judge bang that gavel
Yell "guilty" do you greasy
Mook, what we gon' yell at that TV? EASY!

It ain't over yet
I want y'all to give this nigga all applause
Cause tonight is the night this
Jewish nigga really becam