[Verse 1]
Heyyo, this hip hop sh**'s like a groupie nowadays
It's too easy to f** with, plus it go both ways
Anybody with a grill and a dick
Can come and get a number one hit and that's it
Common used to love her, but even DMC don't f** with her
Since she hooked up with Danny Glover
She's Hollywood, n***a
Fake a** dudes with no clues and Pro Tools
And Bathing Ape shoes is who n***as pay money for
Well get out your checkbook, real n***as rappin' this here
My name's Kardinal, came from the indie scene
When n***as still press vinyl for the promo team
When n***as still used twelves, when Preemo's beats were still law
In between Hard Knock Life and Raw
I'm in between sh** you never saw
And that boom bap rap that made you take your tape deck off pause
[Hook]
This means war
Y'all act like n***as ain't bringin' the real sh** no more
This means war
Y'all act like n***as ain't still bringin' the real hardcore
[Verse 2]
One for the money, two's for the sk**
Three's for all my n***as who sample k** Bill
Four's for the DJs who still carry crates
And five's for wack n***as getting punched in the face
For spitting that bullsh**, bringin' down the curve
In the name of hip hop, n***a you got some nerve
I ain't a backpack underground lyrical miracle bus-ridin', shell-toed dude
But I'll still eat your food
On any given Sunday
Cool J or not I'ma rock them bells and get paid like J Foxx
No actin', just give me the reel-to-reel
Like [?], I'm thorough like a Navy Seal
In every borough, but I ain't busting shots for George
Tryna bust on the track and clear racks in stores
With M. Polo on the kick, it's like Pele on the MP
I'm crack, even Joe gotta envy
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[Verse 3]
I turned on the radio and laughed to myself
Nowadays anybody wear diamonds in they belt
And a target on they back for the shots
And hate for the cops go pop without giving a second thought
f** that, n***a, I'ma go pop too
Two shots in their head just to clear out the room
Grab that microphone and show you who's boss
And rep for the hoods like a burning cross
But just without Bush and the rest of the gang
They got up in with more girls than K.D. Lang
Ellen, and Bill Clinton combined
Must be a sign of the times
n***a read my face, you can't f** with the lines
Every time you think I ain't got no more heat
I just call Marco Polo and I destroy the beat
I'm a tyrannosaurus without a thesaurus
n***as get ate, get a verse before my release date
There it is
One more time my n***a
I'm a tyrannosaurus without a thesaurus
n***as get ate, get a verse before my release date
There it is
[Hook]