[Verse 1]
Oh my god, ya'll n***as didn't want none of me
Premo, you should have let me chill, let me be
Now I gotta attack, pull out my rap stacks
Show all these b**h-a** n***as they can get backslapped
Queensbridge, that's my motherf**in' kingdom
Poet's my name son and that where I came from
I been a motherf**in' terror ever since day one
I was toting Glocks, n***as was playing with play guns
Everything is motherf**in' real I say dunn
Get out my way dunn, I'm about to slay dunn
Beat you like a slave dunn, make you obey dunn
Poet don't play dunn, the outcome? Critical crucial
The sh** I'ma to do to you make hell seem beautiful
I murdered this sh** intro to outro
I got real dogs that straight eat Alpo
Straight take you out yo
Show you what this gangsta sh** be all about yo
[Hook]
Poet's coming, click boom
2 to the stomach
I give it to whoever want it
Poet's coming, click boom
2 to ya stomach
I give it to whoever want it
The thug poet
(x2)
[Verse 2]
Poet's coming hardcore
With a new style for the art of war
Let the Hennessy flow, let my enemies know
n***as is dead if they not kin of me or friend of me yo
You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real
Tryin' to penetrate my forcefield, get all k**ed
You don't want to see the mac clip all the way filled
Big nurse the motherf**in' gat all in your grill
My sh** is banned from t.v., banned from radio
You gotta cop me on the low like a bag of 'dro
I represent the street, I represent n***as hungry
And they wanna eat that gangsta sh**
Guns out, blunts lit, polyin' over the strip
Renegades, crack-slingin' soldiers
Hustlers locked down for moving real boulders
Thug b**hes that don't play the kitchen, they play the street
Cause f** that, hoes gotta eat
Poet's comin'
[Scratched]
A thug poet
You think I'm playin'
Hit 'em with that sh** Prem
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's a lot of n***as comin' in, a lot of n***as comin' off
A lot of n***as frontin' like they ill when they bu*ter soft
Competition looks thick, got a lot of n***as locked
But they ain't like me, I'm like you, I'm like from your block
Shot g's with gym stars, dump d's in marked cars
Stay a real n***a in the street and behind bars
f** the radio play, I don't need it anyway
Remember back in the day in L.A., N.W.A
That's the type of sh** that I'm on
Gotta get my motherf**in' shine on, murderin' every beat I rhyme on
n***as light up with me, b**hes get drunk with me
No rapper and no company could f** with me, see
Straight like that, I got that king cobra venomous rap
Get in my face and I'm gone give you a smack
I'm on some what what, Noreaga sh**
Pull out, spray this b**h
Blaq Poet: hip hop's most dangerous
[Hook]