"The king of the ring, undisputed

There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"

Yeah, one-two, one-two

It's like, wah wah-wah-wah, one-two, one-two

Listen

Pharoah clique, man stop playing

Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe

Punch you in your face after we exchange pleasantries

I always understood that the pain was a necessity

Put the pressure on you until we exchange densities

Stupid motherfucker thinking he can change destiny

It's a different game, man, need the same referee

Me and marciano, different people, same legacy

Brought a motherfucker back, still the same treachery

How could you ever be a leader and bring less than me?

That's the type shit that make a motherfucker dead to me

Nineteen eighty-eight, back when death made leprosy

Life is hard money, and the pain, the accessory

You catch a heart attack, coming fatter, gravy spinach

Carjack your whip, catch your baby in it

I rock a navy fitted, av leather, custom stitchwork

My constituent more accurate, aim training in the navy given

Early with the dirty harry pistol

Rarely my words miss you

'Til your area's crippled, and buried where

The words'll get you (fucker)

When I click mine, your whole clique dying

Flick a slam, ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam)

Bulldozer through your house (celph, pave the way)

Be the hardest non-graffiti artist (this play's a k)

Titanium pop screamer, my voice be ice cold

Cause just a slight tone'll burn a hole through the mic-phone

Chemicals in the lab, mixed up, cause exposures

Wizards in cloaks, breathe, focus, sip potions

Fbi profile is going through the motions

Psychoanalyze my behavior and emotions

Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean

Cops lick shots, bullets travel in slow motion

Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion

Frost bit and frozen, bodies get ripped open

The pack of wolves close in, claws exposed skin

The crows would sing for the leftovers the bones bring

Scavengers with bags full of jewelry and old rings

Wash the blood off of the gold in a cold spring

This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient, old thing

When man chases money, but only the ghost win

Don't say that it don't sting when walking in cold winds

Just fade into the forest homie, tighten your coat strings

I design profound takes over rugged soundscapes

Niggas bugging, go apes when they open the drapes

We kill niggas, and leave bodies soaking in lakes

I compose another opus as the locus awaits

Til I exist above the clouds with the past time greats

I'm in a booth pounding my chest like wild primates

A black ayatollah khomeini, don't ever think you can play me

I kidnap rappers and tell they broke families to pay me

With ebt, warehouse is full of cds

So I can package sixteens like I'm packaging keys

You need practice, your raps ain't fucking with these

So in a word, you're johnny blaze, nigga, you know my steez

Fresh is what it means to be, illegally

I'm lashing out these lyrics so easily

At least you see the beast in me

So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest

A manifold of manpower, quick to put your man to rest

The melancholy after the mention of severed bodies

Settles in the devil's skin so who's next to stop me?

I couldn't imagine a loss

Back with an Immaculate force

Ratchet with the action, a torch

Actually the battles are false

Superhero, zero loss

Planetary, presidential

Actually a killer priest who walks with a heavy mental

A cut above what you love, yeah I know I said it

What you rapping about? I'm cashing out without a line of credit

I slaughter rappers and autograph all they coffins after

The mourning master, your raps are good, for yawns and laughter

Find me standing on your lawn with two machetes, seven pharaohs

Fifty tecs, eighty guns, your bishop and your lady comes

This way, the capital e

Capital s, happy to be

At the capital grille, with your girl

She wants to pay the bill

Be my guest, you regress

And drives you crazy like the dj

Khaled saying "we the best"

When a. o. t. p. Spit that nastiness

My rap attack lives in a habitat that shatters kids

And working lids embroidering hats, a pussy gaze, it did no biz

It pay no dues, guts and glory

Spit your soft story

Esoteric balls and cannibal holocaust

Level gory

"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide"

We blacking out, we mobbing on you motherfuckers

Four in the morning out here, we drunk out here

We acting a fool, you nahmean?

Yeah, philly to motherfucking belgium

Yo stallone, how you living papa?

Aotp