Pella, Young killer still holding the belt, I'm undefeated Oh you thought you bad like Mike, you can't beat it I got everything they want, yap I'm what the game needed Only way you catching up is in the plane seated Got the city on my back like I owe taxes I've been dreaming so long, I got a old mattress Have y'all screaming real just some strong actors Tryna make it to the top with the wrong address Shawty so wet ana[?] Riveroad Shawty thick akicome kuna jam Thika Road Nikishikashika shawty anawika poa kisha najitoa tu matext nimefika poa Haya bas' wacha nireverse, wacha nirudi kaz', wacha nirudi verse, wacha nirudi bas' au sio? Wacha warehearse, wacha wadiscuss, wacha wa-adjust, mi sinanga noma wacha wajijazz Paid shoes to fill and I gotta go fill 'em Y'all couldn't walk a mile in my old Filas Tryna get a nigga back in his ol' feelings But a nigga got golds and a couple gold diggers Pressure don't phase me Pesa don't change me I can go a lil crazy but that's the on-stage me I don't need a gold chain, can't nobody chain me, contain me and can't nobody tame me for real Now if dey want more, I got more fire Dat amazing and blazing that more fire Like a bonfire, like I'm on fire Ukinitaka utanipata na ma[?], Yeah Locked em up and [?] they let my dude home Outside trappin' they ain't coming back till the food gone If you tryna hate then go type it up under my new song I ain't tryna go to the same places that you going Niggas gon' hate you no matter how much you do for 'em Promise you [?] in that new foreign Timmy my budd' ain't nothin' I won't do for 'm Keep it one hunnid, I fire back and shoot for 'm I don't care you decide either you or your man's gone I don't like water but really I need my chain frozen Blow about a quarter and pass it, if it's me smokin Homie got the strap long range with the beam focused Cocaine powder with baking soda the catalyst Coke game [?] I fill my hands with the cannabis I don't [?] I disappear like a magic trick OGs see me they tell me I'm immaculate Hotels, lean and I never could have imagined this I came up eating and sleepin' on pissy mattresses On the edge, niggas say we beefing but they calling feds I ain't said I know her, I seen her and I got some head Had the Motorola, ain't no chauffeur till I got the bread Police pull us over you gon' ride or you gon' hide instead I don't beef with rappers I think most of them be hella red Niggas started hatin' in the city when I wasn't it Seen em in person acting different now they sorta scared Ain't no competition in my city shit ain't really [?] I'm mister body bag everytime that I hop on a beat I be catching a homi' Don't understand how niggas be talking if you got a problem you know where to find me Me and these rapper got nothing in common, they not on my level that's a reminder I'm not even spitting I'm dripping saliva Running up a cheque and I'm fucking up commas Pockets so big than Christopher Wallace What you expect, Timmy the best, go over the top [?] Rappers for lunch they catching a mess Keep it a hundred not fifty percent Make so many moves that they thinkin' it's chess I get my piece then I coming for extra Who you know better that's really the question Mention my name and you giving them pressure, woah I only speak to the cash, hello Point out a rapper, he's next to go I'm into killin 'n tag and toes All these niggas is little me-s so I let them play in the little league Call me the chef I grill a beef Bring it straight to your door like deliveries How many bangers a nigga need to drop in this fucking city to get some respect? How many beats a nigga got to kill for you niggas to see that I'm nothing to mess with? I don't think they really getting the message then F it, imma just keep on finessing it Life is a bitch with some ass and tits, I like me a bitch with some ass and tits I need the Rolly on freeze, shout to my nigga Khaligraph But I'm gon' [?] if he not the only OG Niggas is gangsta only on beats You want a verse I need thirty atleast We used to do macaroni and cheese Now we do different Italian feasts Told you my side is where everyone eats Heaven or hell you got two options You don't belong in the booth, stop it Taking the L like a new driver Don't make the cut like a new barber Boss nigga so I move proper Big cheque when I'm shoe shoppin' Escobar me, I'm too poppin' Thug life, I'm 2 pac'n Fat stacks need new pockets, double and triple my crew profits If you don't like me then go do somethin' I'm the one with the juice poppin' I do the game right like Khaligraph sex song You playing your shit? Fans swipping to the next song They used to toss me back and forth like a ping pong Nigga thought I was a weak, wondering how I'm getting this strong Everyday see the boys elevate All my niggas riddin' with me and I know they do relate I'm saving time so you know I'm in it and I'm coming late, no debate Tryna beef homie you should know the stakes [?] back on my business you niggas are calling me king Like Mfalme spinnin', I'm killing the punchlines when I step in the ring Get what you feeling I'm out of the ceiling I step in the building you know what I'm in Winning, I'm taking one for the team juu si ndio hupiga mabars za Corine Tumekuja kuzozana full force Bidii hatulambi glucose Pita mitaani uulize who's boss Nina machungu na kina Boutross Why you spoiling the rap ho'mes with all of your wack songs Na ile mboggi yako flani ADF same rap style you rap goons Mi si barbie so nipate tu ghetto Form zangu pia huwa mseto Men, I'm a young blood real nigga lakini kwa hood [?] Lazima nipate mapeni, pita mitaa ju ya hawa ma-hater saseni Katta ni shida jameni Nigga mi huwa na ma-lines utadhani foleni Jina ni Kattapila 'toka Kibera, number nane mi nabeba vifresh Leo nimekuja soro kumaliza muko na bahati sikubeba mjesh Ma-rapper sikuizi kamekuwa waresh Kila issue wanaleta kaflesh OG akanipigia simu akinishow changamka kuna beat nataka umess Kakitu ni fire ni fire Nairobi washajua ni mimi wanadesire Rap sikuizi mi ni Messiah, choka na ma-rapper brands ziliexpire Consequences pia ni dire ukitaka kuchorewa verse buda we ni-hire Shindwa 'muoni haya na vitu mnatoa ni locals zangu za ulaya Niko na kamati ya kueka mikakati ya kunipea kiti Ka ni beat inamurder mi huwa behind bars so unipate kamiti Daily niko hustle stacking stacking the paper, my nigga nasaka riziki Sipendi marafiki wengi huwa tu fake Lotta them ni wanafiki, get 'em Fuck I know where I'm from Fuck I know that I'm made for this You just noticed the rhymes but first acknowledge the greatness I ain't on what you on, it's kind of basic Shit, if that's the fucking title that you want then I ain't chasing it 'Cause I ain't moving backwards, fall back cause you in class And all that you do it after come back a different chapter Cause I'm only back to back to back with fucking icons All you homies happenin' after that, I call 'em my sons These contracts is cons and I ain't for it [?] fame for it Got them bodied and disembodied just like my name's Tony I'm a goddess that got 'em having the kinda faith on me Wakishuku ni nduku lakini akili nyingi Tuko huku improving hadithi wazipimie Wako bubu kwa nini? When we pull through your city, kizungu ni nyingi, mazishi ni ile ile And say hi to your shawtys, it's not hard to identify when I come around you wet and loose like spaghetti [?] What she telling you, I'm sorry I can't verify Is how she getting down everytime I'm passing by (Ouuuuuuu) Now, you know I'm delivering classics got my shit together now I'm just giving legitimate faxin' [?] but intelligence come with the package [?] you never had it, they coming at you bitch I'm Xtatic I ain't got no time better than that you know what's happening You know what's happening, you know what's happening keep it it minimal Don't fuckin' @ me And I ain't the kind, funga virago rudi kejani I'm making it look simple maybe ile siku utaka[?] is when we get down na madeni na machinku Heri uuze vitu Baba yao ni mmoja, so please fall back ka education ya Waititu And since I came with an award for the best rapper in Africa they kissin' ass Bet they thought I wouldn't do that shit Now I called your favourite rapper for a battle But that would be embarrassing cause he gon' get boo'd at [?] I'm talking to you dog, you that bitch This the gang gang, hit 'em up, 2pac shit King of the [?], Murda mook Vs Clipse And I can understand why you cats pissed Listen, while I was making major moves y'all was making jokes All you Kenyan rappers look at me, you should be taking notes (hehe) Funny I'm the rapper that they hate the most But mi nuh give a fuck like mi be high on a Jamaican coke (hehe) And ain't no way I'm gon' pass the mic, OG I'm taking this shit to the afterlife Groupies everywhere, all these hoes tryna smash tonight Why this nigga trippin'? My bad, Oh is that's your wife? Where I'm from you get shot for di paper Low key, men I got cops on mi radar Ahead of the pack on the top elevator Even Casper call me Doc Shebeleza Kenya is where to go if you wanna create the wave We give these foreign artists a platform and major pay Poxi Presha must be turning in his grave, cause Burna Boy insulted us but we still let him get up on that stage KOT is all talk, they don't back it up with moves A bunch of keyboard warriors who ain't got enough to loose and that is a bitch Look at what you did son, you looking to get burnt My syllable rhymin' range went sorta unique compare me to Big Pun Mziki imenipa mateso utadhani ni vita ya reso Mtaa tulikuwa tunatandika leso kama kanisa ya lejo Maombi ilikuwa inajamisha mapepo nikaanza kupigwa rotation Na ever since album iende diamond, natafutwa na Hamisa Mabetto Ngori imeshika from Kenya to Lagos Khali Cartel imeshakuwa Narcos Na vile maslay queen wananikufa niite Gavana Obado Huku ni trouble, bhangi, [?] na jaba kwetu ziko Na nataka Soko Ugali sitaki hiyo ufala ya menu chipo Na nina imani ya Mungu, mi naamini Yesu Kristo Na kitu mi huezi nipata nikido nikifungia shawty kama Wema Sepetu jicho I'm in it okay, until I make it a milli a day Usistuke ukiona bado natoa ngoma na wasanii kama Willy Pozee Listen, I'm in it okay, until I make it a milli a day Hio ndio wakati maybe ntachorea kuroga, my nigga I'm in it to stay All you niggas 'bout to get this work [?] my cheque, what my net is worth All you female 'n male rappers don't wanna [?] with me so keep off my turf I do no pills and I do no drugs But know killers, hell I do know thugs And I be the numero uno cause I do more but the niggas show you no love Got my clan [?] damn it I missed this slam on you bitches, My squad be cannibalistic, mad with a little bit animalistics Yeah, you are now rocking with the heavyweights Katta, Steph, Xtatic, Timmy Blanco and Twenny Eights bitches

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)