Title Track

[Verse 1:]

I'm the best in the borough, I'm the best in the city

I'm the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes

Don't question the ape, throw the sket at your face

Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place

Oh, you a E head, oh, you a weed head

I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads

Fuck a rhyme though I'm on back on my grind mode

Me and my connect keeping it kosher like Shyne Po

How that nine go? Where your guns at?

Faking moves, 80's fool, he a lunch pack

This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter

The educated rapper, the African Godfather

Just shoot and spray, Ruck boomaye

Mandingo warrior from the Alajuela

Y'all niggas know the flow is weak and

Your bitch suck dick for show tickets

[Verse 2:]

Yo, you a battle rapper

You be rapping in battles

I shoot the shit up, duke, it's a wrap for the battle

Niggas yapping they tattle

It's a wrap when I catch you

Chrome to your eyefold, you got clapped at your apple

I'm God's favorite

I'm flagrant, arms facing

I'm breaking your arms while niggas raping your moms naked

P forever, I'm better, the wordsmith

Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick

Smack a nigga on sight, B

Adidas track suit with Nikes

Mean mugging who? Your jeans colorful

Rainbow Brite, good night, I can't fuck with you

You a lame, homie, do ya thing, homie

Put your head between your legs and do your thing, homie

Literally, y'all niggas is bitch boys

The last LP - I quit, boy