Song | The Imperial |
Artist | Statik Selektah |
Album | The Imperial |
feat. Action Bronson, Black Thought & Royce Da 5'9" | |
[Verse 1: Action Bronson] | |
Yo it's the rap Scott Disick | |
Come through the *********' block with some hot lizards | |
Blowin' loud in the blizzard | |
Put 6 digits on the Wizards, ***********t, just don't tell my misses | |
Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove | |
Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub | |
Floor to the closet | |
Real sex on the Panasonic | |
I'm gettin' head in the pool, ********** | |
**********, I'm just better than you | |
Yeah, around the world like 4 times | |
All because a *********a spit more rhymes | |
Yeah, more lines, more lines | |
***********t, feed 'em more lines and more lines | |
I won't dumb it down for morons | |
It's like shootin' big game with a small 9 | |
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] | |
Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles | |
Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils | |
The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are | |
You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels | |
I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack | |
Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks | |
Chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime | |
She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silent | |
The Desert Eagle hit a [?] people | |
Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal | |
I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe | |
That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle | |
You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe | |
I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro | |
Impeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse Code | |
Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go | |
[Verse 3: Black Thought] | |
And you say New York City | |
My cheapest t-***********rts cost me $450 | |
Listen for me to call it [?], it's go Philly | |
It's shorties in the front row fla***********n' both ******* | |
The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty | |
That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy | |
I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty | |
In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him | |
Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player | |
Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah | |
The highway is what his mind weigh | |
Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah | |
This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos | |
Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus | |
Defeat'll make a ********** get ghost like a seance | |
It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya | |
I plan to keep a band like Fela | |
Until when my career's over like A.I | |
It's me and the Muhammads, Ali, [?] | |
That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I | |
Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos | |
Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos | |
Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow | |
But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows | |
I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed | |
Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents | |
My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh | |
Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja | |
Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage | |
But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh | |
I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas | |
Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad | |
I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass | |
Go right the ********** up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist | |
Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished | |
The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object | |
I created a movement not just related to music | |
They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union | |
All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed | |
They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league | |
Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium | |
Makin' my associates act so inappropriate | |
I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet | |
Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" ***********t | |
Ayo the, the, the boss is back | |
Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black | |
I tried to tell you *********as, don't respond, react | |
I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact | |
Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas | |
I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine | |
Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired | |
At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire |
feat. Action Bronson, Black Thought Royce Da 5' 9" | |
Verse 1: Action Bronson | |
Yo it' s the rap Scott Disick | |
Come through the ' block with some hot lizards | |
Blowin' loud in the blizzard | |
Put 6 digits on the Wizards, t, just don' t tell my misses | |
Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove | |
Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub | |
Floor to the closet | |
Real sex on the Panasonic | |
I' m gettin' head in the pool, | |
, I' m just better than you | |
Yeah, around the world like 4 times | |
All because a a spit more rhymes | |
Yeah, more lines, more lines | |
t, feed ' em more lines and more lines | |
I won' t dumb it down for morons | |
It' s like shootin' big game with a small 9 | |
Verse 2: Royce Da 5' 9" | |
Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles | |
Get away with your life earnin' s while I' m tryna dodge these devils | |
The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are | |
You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels | |
I' m sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack | |
Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks | |
Chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime | |
She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silent | |
The Desert Eagle hit a ? people | |
Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal | |
I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe | |
That it' s better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle | |
You know me, it ain' t nothin' corny in the wardrobe | |
I' m low key, even more so than Thor' s bro | |
Impeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse Code | |
Then peddle it like I' m tryna make the course go | |
Verse 3: Black Thought | |
And you say New York City | |
My cheapest t rts cost me 450 | |
Listen for me to call it ?, it' s go Philly | |
It' s shorties in the front row fla n' both | |
The texture of my voice is coarse, it' s so gritty | |
That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy | |
I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty | |
In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him | |
Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player | |
Yeah, you might say I' m in the book of Isaiah | |
The highway is what his mind weigh | |
Yeah I' ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah | |
This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos | |
Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus | |
Defeat' ll make a get ghost like a seance | |
It' s triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya | |
I plan to keep a band like Fela | |
Until when my career' s over like A. I | |
It' s me and the Muhammads, Ali, ? | |
That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I | |
Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos | |
Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos | |
Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow | |
But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows | |
I had a issue with a hater, now it' s kinda squashed | |
Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents | |
My response, a steppin' razor like I' m Father Tosh | |
Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja | |
Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage | |
But I roll with heat like I' m Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh | |
I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas | |
Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad | |
I know I' m sort of pompous, no type of moral compass | |
Go right the up in your mouth like I' m the orthodontist | |
Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I' m more accomplished | |
The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object | |
I created a movement not just related to music | |
They keep askin' me what' s my take on the state of the union | |
All these haters is human, but I' m a different breed | |
They be crazy cartoonish, but I' m in a different league | |
Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium | |
Makin' my associates act so inappropriate | |
I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet | |
Now I' m like Future on that " I just won a trophy" t | |
Ayo the, the, the boss is back | |
Take that, and while you' re at it, make my coffee black | |
I tried to tell you as, don' t respond, react | |
I' m the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact | |
Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas | |
I ain' t tryna hear another name if it' s not mine | |
Any side talkin', I' ma consider it shots fired | |
At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire |