[Verse 1: Truck North]
I'm the king of the north raising the black flag
Black on black call me the black John Cash
A black mask turn a thug to the black flask
Put your band on the run make them scatter fast
Student of the game at the head of the cla**
This is where the titans clash, this the monster mash
In a pool of your own blood I make a splash
That's when I put the hulk smash on your girl's a**
Bring them body bags homes, cause I'm back home
Rag under the crown, black velvet throne
Show you how to [sin???] them girls like I'm Velvet Jones
Pimp hand so hard like it's made of stone
And my heart so cold that it's been froze
Stand tall n***as couldn't see me on they tip-toes
Riding 'round blowing smoke out the window
Then I bring the drama to your door like ten-fold
Yea breaker one nine n***a ten fo'
Bow in the presence of a king like I'm Nat Cole
Hopped out the old school with the chrome nose
With a heavy 14 karat gold figaro
A little game, little dinner, little Luther Vandross
Then I'm in her drawers then she getting out n***a
Still blazing she tell me I'm amazing though
Said she wanna [??] but she crazy though
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
If it's a rapper that can test me alive
n***a, Elvis Presley alive
I'm the best I'm from S-P and I know T-M-I like espionage
I met a chick named Leslie that said she impressed by Kanye West me and Nas
And that she wanted me to just be advised
In her opinion I had the s**iest eyes
She asked me if we could kick it like Tae Bo
Coast to coast L.A. to Chicago
And she be at all the places that I go
Even though I got a house wife like Bravo
I said nah yo, that a be a prob so
Please stop staking me out like 5-0
P.R. Jones up inside the body
[???] S-L Diablo
Cause a n***a hot like brimstone
So they gonna sweat ya boy like gym clothes
Asking me to pull it out like an ingrown
Because I got bars sicker than a syndrome
Celebrating like I'm inside the end zone
You just finding out? You shoulda been known
It's no touching me, these n***as know they just can't f** with me
Friends only
[Verse 3 STS]
Cheeba cheeba band leader of the band of gold
I need a red bone philly and a Santigold
I got a red bone b**h what's up with Santigold
Ay shawty f** with a n***a n***a n***a ho
Part of me been on my mind all week and
And part of me been on the grind all week
But a part of me just wanna find a little freak
I get a couple uh uh's put a n***a to sleep
They call me mista n***a n***a when I'm out in the street
Cause ain't no n***a n***a n***a n***a f**in with me
I need a little liquor liquor and a whiff of the trees
[[[And I should be pete pick a pepper like MC???]]]
Mo goes on, and my sick flow flows on
I live in south west philly, but the swatch is my home
Never go wrong with a clique as tight as that a**, and bad as mosquitoes
You didn't know the falcons fly with eagles
There we go talking that cash sh**
Better than them mother f**ers talking that cash sh**
Jam Boy funeral home, we stamp the motto on the casket
k** em and we fill em we some ignorant ba*tards
So the jig is on, your jig is up
[??] before I give a f**
I ain't sip the Kool-Aid when they pa**ed around the sippy cup
You silly f**s, everything that glitter ain't gold
If it ain't gentleman of leisure than you probably got sold
[???] the world the clock struck twelve
I'm the illest out Atlanta, n***a hell f** yeah
Am I the illest up in Philly? That would be a conundrum
Local a** n***as wrote verse out in London
Anything you doing I already done done done
Spit a couple bars at you n***as for fun fun
[??] for the hookers you n***as don't want none
Your crew run run run
Your crew run run