Yeah, you know the deal
Shove the matches and gases right next to the burner
If it ain't about cash, then it's all about murder
Pyrex empires, who's next to die?
Never leaving witnesses, nobody testify
Now I'm hard like Escobar, the fuzz keep coming
We keep pushing hard, 100 Miles And Running
There's more coke than there's ever been (ever!), yeah, it's evident
The key to not getting caught is never leaving evidence
Stealth mode, fighter jets, making sure my life is set
I don't really fuck with you unless you fucking writing checks
And speaking universal language of getting CREAM
All about my dolla, dolla bills, ya know what I mean, mean?
Break me off a piece of the cake
If not, I'll have to take a piece, went off with your plate
I got a large appetite for this money in life
And I'm making moves across the border like they moving the white
Yeah, you know the deal
This is our secret garden
Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher
Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
Who's next (Tony Starks!)
Bring it on, so bring it on
Mask and gloves, with the bulldog snub
The liquid drano with acid is next to the tub
Crack spots, my texture of bass fluctuates
Politician that spend G's?
Lord, the gate's open, with mountains and slopes and
The Columbian?
With Jiggy on the payroll, Santa Claus bags of coke
That's so heavy that his motherfucking sleigh broke
The Paris kingpin is far from extinction
The days of Tony Mantana is back with a? sequence?
For many reasons, never seeing the precinct
Y'all could just call me obese cause I'm eating
Yeah, you know the deal
In the cypher, shit is true
Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher
Fuck where you're from, it's time to?
Who's next (Swisha T)
Bring it on, so bring it on
This is the time for my essence, don't try to mess wit' it
I'm on the track wit' Killah Priest, this is my final testament
I'm on my way to excellence
They feel my power and presence like? eye advantages?, leaving these MC's trembling
Nothing's above me, I slang fifty P's of that fluffy
Sticky icky and that Philly, turn college kids into flunkies
I'm embarking on my future of living lavish and glorious
I kick a rapper's flow, get it popping like pandemonium
I need to wrap the story up
I got a call from my homies?
I'm faded, but I'm blazing up, paper making a?
Amazing how I play with my verbals, I need a stadium
Show these motherfuckers that's sleeping on something epic, and
What you talking? You rappers need to just get on my level and
Take a pen, just be original, cause we're well aware
That everything that you write is fictional like a fairytale
Yeah, you know the deal
Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher
Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
Who's next (Killah Priest)
Bring it on, so bring it on
Peace to the seeds and the air that we breathe
The dirt from the trees, the birds and the bees, the herb from the leaves
Salute to the animals that just?
Understandable, beautiful land in full
Should have built to the sun, you the only one
The golden drum, nothing exists till you are hung
Before brain, hearts and the lung
Before his reign, the golden heart was sprung in heaven
Credence of life, the sky seasoned with light
? To the moon, you a beautiful blight
We all? feel? you before the tomb, magnificent
We breathe in the womb, water, the aura
Before the coroner saw us?
Modern technology that history taught us
Yeah, you know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal
In the cypher, shit is true
This is our secret garden
Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher