[Intro]
Yeah
Yo, Les, what up papa?
Juju Gigante, y'kna mean?
Goblin Queens New York, Philly out here
We shining
[Verse 1]
The four-fifth symphony lift him
It'll spin your head around like a rotisserie chicken
I was born on the Red Sea, Abyssinian vision
We ain't A-Alikes, God, we completely different
How much more proof you need that the boy crazy?
I carry four pounds, like a premature baby
p**y boy, coming out his mouth, all shady
I will punch him in his f**ing teeth, all gravy
I'm liable to take a young boy lunch box
And if it's any resistance, then you gon' get punched ahk
I catch homis, Lord, harder than punk rock
I remember 'xactly where I was when they slumped Pac
Quintetto had everything, but got co*ky
Philly wop with nice hands, but not Rocky
Mommy making manicotti, but it got sloppy
Yous a b**h, Benny Blanc' when he shot Papi
[Verse 2]
The left hook startle 'em, the end is a mean right
Sublime nature, I am from the sons of the Green Light
I could tell from your eyes, something don't seem right
Hands shake, brittle, so I know you the queen type
It's 550 Sonoran, force is absurd
And God told me the pen is the source of the word
How he call himself a rapper, but he awkward with words?
In a city I diddy bop, walk with a bird
Let's be honest, money, you just mediocre at best
And these cop k**ers going to put a hole in your chest
I'm Vido Loncar throwing blows at the ref
You like Luke on Hoth, almost frozen to d**h
The straight right'll lift his f**ing p**y out of shoes
With no counters coming back and that's the point I'm trying to prove
You ain't get the f**ing point?
That's the point that I don't lose
You can see me muhf**er, I'll annoince you on the news
Yeah