[DJ Premier Interview]
Their like, he does look happy
And their like, "Nahh he's always like before his performance."
Then hes like, "Yeea, but he doesn't look like he's happy!"
And he had never seen me perform before
And I'm like he kept coming in, "You sure you okay!?" I was like "Yeoo, I'm fine, I'm fine!"
Then once I got on stage I was like, "Ahhhhhhh!"
After that the guy was like, "Wowww, okay I see why you save all your energy."
I'm older, so I need the energy, so I save it
That's why I'm so calm now, on stage tonight I'll be crazy
[Verse One]
Big ups Esco, you already know!
I been representing that real hip-hop
From Biggie to Pac, Tribe Called Quest
Smith and Wesson, leave you done laying out
As if you got boxed in your mouth like Pacquiáo
Don't wanna pack the loud, cause it could leave me knocked out
Through cardiac arrest, have my soul to rest, don't want mamma to stress
So don't test my intelligence, or my eloquence
Cause I'm the new genesis
Should have been in the New Testament
I check in, when I'm on the mic devices
This sh** is priceless, recline and chill back
While y'all listen to my slick raps, overshadowing the boom baps
That's one fact you didn't catch quick
Stop reacting, you already my raps flow
I'm about to blow like volcanoes, or kicked down doors
They just trynna take me out with that H2O
[Hook]
They never believed me
Always tried to deceive me, until they can't see me
Now peep me and the steez
Its nasty, when I step to the M-I-C
[Verse Two]
Y'all can't touch my remarkable rhyming
Once I release my inner peace like a Shaman
Shining, I do that with ease with this lyrical telepathy
My music remedies getting them hyped
Please admit it
Y'all know I keep it tight
Don't need the limelight just to shine bright
This life high, got me on a different flight
So, I'm out this World like Extra-Terrestrials
Catch me levitating without, gravitational pull
I'm on the moon
Was made for this since the womb you buffoons
Pull y'all in the tombs like some wrapped up mummies
That Egyptian sh**, with the hieroglyphics got ya mind twisted
Me and hip-hop are just coexisted
I'll admit it, I can't resist it
The pen touches the pad with precision
Then starts to leak like blood from incisions
You gotta make a split decision
When the kid is heated up, I start dripping
I ain't tripping, and definitely ain't kidding
I'm the big cat on the map
So, hey Diddle-Diddle, your the kitten with the fiddle
Trynna fit in like Malcolm In The Middle
That was one smooth riddle in nursery school
When I was a snot nose, discovering rocks were like fossils
So who got tha props?
All these weak emcees got nothing on me
Watch me breeze right past them, make them freeze
Just chill beneath the zero degree
I'll be cool with that