Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills 
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels 
Write a book full of medicine and generate mils 
Tour the album, only for more sales 
We used to catch those on the block with crills 
Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills 

Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin' 
I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion 
I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman 
The living baptism in the river of Jordan 
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell 
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well

Look, if you not gettin' richer every year, then you just backwards hustlin'
You movin' off emotion, I'm strategizin', discussin' it
See, I been on my supplements
Fish oils, chlorophyll, multis
My hair growin' out and hoes lovin' it
Some people can't piece life together, it's really puzzlin'

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?

Time to kick down the door again, clear the city for slaughterin' 
Awful town, nigga caught up in 
Not on ya side, you ordered in 
I done went overboard with sin 
You playin' games, think 'fore you slip that quarter in
Ain't no pain like the family kickin' ya organs in 
Palace to raise my daughters in 

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper 
Stronger reception and sharper picture 
Revolve around God, and involve with niggas 
These elements help evolve my scripture 
And make Mos Def a classic modern figure 
Brooklyn, it don't matter if ya holler or whisper 

Capone-N-Noreaga watchin' CNN 
Black whip, black tint, y'all ain't seein' in 
It's Con and Meth, spread the word, boy, you seein' 'em 
No seein' 'em, these rappers in the scope, you'll never see an M 
Killa Bees back in the building with Machine and 'em

Ayo im infamous with pain 
My penmanship insane 
A lowdown degenerate, ignorant, deranged 
Is you niggas entertained? I´m a criminal, a chef 
This shit is digital meth when the liquid hit ya vein 
Vivid with the game In the kitchen i´m consistent whippin cane 

Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks 
Hot as hell blocks where shells pop 
Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop 
Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops 
People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
Niggas turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop 

I'ma make the Devil wait a little
Spray the pistol, whistle past your nasal, make your facial sizzle
Conjure the world's cavalry and maneuvers
A squadron of goons, assassins, and funeral shooters
BILLY Bananas with cannons, call me BILLY Bazooka

It's the God I'm focused, I'm one of the hardest flowers
I open your heart with pokers and cover your car with roses 
I'm one of the last poets, to science and math knowers
Combined with my clash flow, it's a crime that I'm passed over 
I roll with the hardest soldiers, stay low when the Don approaches 

Bitch, we back to bang 'em with heat 'til somebody start to partially bleed
They blood'll rain on the hoard, watch all the rest will take heed
Always come to offer the cure with the best of the mead
Purer than the holy water that be blessin' your seed
Higher than a hiker that's climbin' a mountain of weed

Ayy, yo
(I, I, I, I, I'm magnificent)
Got the bop gun loaded up to kill one
Drop cruisin' like Top Gun through Brazil
When your net worth is millions, people too familiar
My network is real young, careful where you chill, son
I'm the magnificent

Climbin' this ladder of success (Yes) 
While people are tryin' to swipe at your heels 
And shake the base of the ladder, 
I'm just embracin' the data (Yeah) 
Downloadin' every critique, whisper, hatin' or chatter
These words for you backstabbers'll chip the blades of your daggers 
Yeah, the vivid rage of a pastor 

Yo, yo, yo 
What's with the melodrama?
Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter
Like it's a special honor 
The stealth bomber, gem dropper 
Make the ghetto holler, Inter-Conta-Nental 

A rival of survival, idle movement and chatter
We was stepping in the Chi before we knew the ladder
Climb up till your time's up, a daily reminder
My daily operation is to spark the population
Salutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligans

And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been
That probably depends, let me show you how to begin
Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns
Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends

Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
Potentially rebellious yet a straight A student
I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid
What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit

Four-finger ring rap, sling slang, 
Pharaohe, the flows good 
You couldn't hang if you was Ving Rhames in Rosewood 
Couldn't string together some shows 
If hoes would sing together with soul for you 
And then you came with the dough’s good

Mic stance, starts the illustration
As I dive into creation, wit so much patience
Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin' it up
Stainin' it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup
I'm usin' fake MC's for target practice
To usurp your experts, will be my best work
I'm takin' stripes, might snipe ya, cause I'm hyper

Check, bitch, I'm dope as a brick of coca
Pick a smoker, chose to dance with the devil and bit the cobra
Lift a toast up, pistol so big, it barely fit in the holster
No pretender, fought through the coldest winter like Sister Souljah, Payne
Resurrected to give the gift
Check the message, nigga, I got the method from Clifford Smith

Look, I burn blocks and it stop the unity
I turn opps into opportunities
Y'all chose violence and got eulogies
When y'all stop trying to stop scrutiny
I usually got cold cuts, 'cuterie
Musically, you're lying and say I'm lying, it's lunacy
Truthfully, no schooling, these rappers dying from truancy

The flow flyer than a stylist in the exit row
I'm walkin' 'round with a sprayer like I'm pest control
You took twenty-one MCs, put 'em to rest for sure
So I smoked twenty-one more, God rest they soul
Homie, it's KXNG Crook and Rakim, now who got the rap juice?
I'ma let this tune hit your core like I'm Papoose
Cops had me locked, but I snapped loose
I'm powered by the tropical sun, the biological son of Black Zeus

While you cut school ‘cause you ain’t feel too good
I cut school ‘cause my cuts ain’t heal too good
Through all the physical abuse, my mind escaped through the gift
Of wordplay, I memorized encyclopedias and dictionaries. I wrote
Anthems from antonyms, harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms, livid to eliminate that

I arise from out my linens to the sun beginning
Kiss by the ray of a sunny day
But I feel it in my bone, a child's without a home
A prison cell holds a dream to a black teen
I never thought I'd see the day when brothers pledge allegiance
To a red white and blue that's wavin' untrue

If you ain’t got no bodies
Don’t talk to me about killing shit
Physically or lyrically
You illegitimate ignorant niggas get
Snapped in half, quick as the middle
Of a fiddlestick, your chick will get found on some drowned in the river shit
With a icicle sticking out where her liver sit and her skin is pale as that bitch maleficent
This isn’t just bars this is lyrical imprisonment to implement the slaughter of the innocents over instruments

Ye olde lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors, fracture
Negative thirty below wind chill factor
The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie Simpson

I see dead rappers to dead the night
To get it a Cyphe Ghost shit, that's why I never write
Buy time, not get a refund nigga (No refunds)
You could make a movie, and not get a rerun nigga
You could make a scene, and I make a buck
My stilo is to treat 'em like a kilo, cut 'em or tape 'em up

Please proceed with caution 'cause the lyricist is fatal (Uh)
I can kick your little monkey ass like Kato (Yes, dread, uh)
Formulate your rhymes like a child forms Play-Doh (Right)
Calm and serene like the study was Tao
Poetry machine with correct mechanisms

Where your skills at, where the ill raps?
Where the new tracks, where your heart at?
Where the new jacks, gettin contracts?
I got a rhyme that I ain't even wrote yet
Save the drama classes for the masses
Hip hop, glacoma, baby I prescribe the glasses

Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife

You wanna know why I invest
All my money into haze and into dope?
‘Cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope
Respect first, then money – basic shit
If you got niggas under pressure, you could take they shit

At a thousand-degrees Celsius, I make MC's melt
FUCK my record label, I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot, lookin' for shade
I rearrange your rib-cage like a 12-gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain

Yo, check it
1 for Charlie Hustle, 2 for Steady Rock
3 for the forth-comin' live future shock
It's 5 dimensions, 6 senses
7 firmaments of heaven and hell
8 million stories to tell

Okay, my sound drenches each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified fence
It's truth or consequences, ride with us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?

For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes

Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
Can’t get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
It come with the territory, take the good with the bad

I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin
My style is untangible, like a wild animal

Yeah-yeah, I mean, shit
She keep on askin' me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" Uh
You lose your patience, say fuck it, just put that shit out
And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness
Tryna tell me, "Be moderate, " shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh