Rolling 200 Deep VII - Dj Kay Slay, Vado, Grand Puba

And me, one of the illest MC’s

Tone Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees

But never gettin' too blunted

Spittin' on this beat with another two hundred (Let's go!)

An OG but I just begun, trust me, son

You know that I bust be gone, where the smile on my face?

So it must be fun, take Kings

Yo, you know where the fuck we from

Ayo, peep this, Kay on some G shit

How many more of these I gotta heat quick?

This nigga speechless

You know I’m far from a regular competitor

The heckler, I live it, I let ring it like a cellular

44, the mag, these Rollies like «Call the cab»

Move the water fast, your order, I order last

Fuck a autograph, I have the Porsches 6's, 7's, 8's

Like, dawg, that’s my autograph

What’s the science? Why you mad?

I pick honies like a scab

As I dip then dive like Kyrie and duck a jab

I’m not your average rapper, finger snapper, then I zap her

Go to college, join a fraternity, 'cause you a capper

The idol maker, the real McCoy, give me that bag

You know the 411, 8−2-11, my swag

I’m bonafide, certified, a different texture

Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra

I got fire like that fox 'bout Modzilla

The devil tryna spar but I got us 'cause God with us

Nigga, you a dolphin in the water with shark killas

I’m iller, they put me to fight gorillas like Godzilla

I rob niggas actin' like they harder in the heart

Bigger, bigger, they are harder, I’m a hog spitter

My horror spitter, poets check niggas for heart rhythms

My opps in the dark and I’ll throw you in the dark with 'em

I’m heartless

OK, Kay say «OK, slay player»

Cool, for BK, I AK next sayers

First stage, shut haters up, front pager

Offstage, I’m the backstage upstager

Track killa, money train conductor

Ex-crack dealer before I became the hustler

Wait, game keep it up,

played the face leader

Big game shake peacer, take a piece, huh

Fuck your power, I devour the stage

Every hours, a dolla, holla, come out of the cage

They told me to stick to the script, nah

I’m off this pace, you say you nice with this pen

Pull out, that’s a grenade, a letter 59

Trick’ll have you smoke on your birthday

One minute before your next age

Yeah, I’m nice with the nine, open the spine, 12 gate

Duck down, buck shots, built his body in 12 ways

Bars like I’m headed for D-Row

On the track, murder that she wrote

Zodiac and cancer killin' bitches like Kemo

Couple haters with me still bringin' they heat though

Freaky little bitty, I’ma spit on that D, hoe

Sign myself, I ain’t ownin' no labels

Head of the table, move swift, Taylor, my labels

Got a nigga wanna eat me, tell him save 'em for later

I’m hot like but Kane knows

Fuck it, this Kane song, outta minds and please

Featuring a hundred and ninety nine MC’s

The God first of law nurse, this hard verse is lyrical artwork

Colorful as Starbust, I know a lot of y’all tend to forget

That you can close the curtains, this the ending of your set

Understand when you feenin' the vet

Oh, I’m clearly addressing like vinegar erect

I bring the drama like Kay Slay or a player out the theater

Since junior high school cafeteria, I tear it up

'Causin' mass hysteria, things is gettin' wearier

Kids is being shy haters, halloween, I’m scarier

To Jason, Kentucky, been your little ass night

Niggas know they gotta buck me like dolla dolla bill, y’all

The Big God live a life they may feel of

Since children are the corn, even though they’re born