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Put this mothaf**ka in neutral and let it roll

This sounds best in the car

Vocal calisthenics let me flex on the bars

Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye

You could pull up any verse

And never dip on the high

Why am I still considered the head honcho

Fire flows turn all them designer clothes

Into red ponchos

Paragraphs disperse lead pronto

Bring you to your knees slow like

Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos

Look at what my thoughts bring

These up and comers like the first day

Of summer they my offspring

Feels like an undercover boss thing

Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race

I'm New York's king

These words runnin' 'round in my head

I slow 'em down and connect 'em

Underground 'til y'all dead

They said if you rap too good

You'll never make a profit

Tell that to these bank tellers

When I make deposits

Tell that to the flight attendant

When the plane departin'

And tell your b***h get off my d**k

Like Lorena Bobbitt

This ain't no movie that I play a part in

It's real life and I'm nice

In the punch-you-in-the-face department

Writin' hand been strong

You gotta break your arm and

To try to be in conversations

That my name's involved in

I'm best of friends with Eminem

Dr Dre and all them

Gang members Yelawolf Paul

Tracy and all them

I would play the park bench with a crazy Walkman

Listenin' straight no rewind button

Flip the tape fast forward just to rewind somethin'

Fast forward I'm flippin' tapes

Look at me I'm frontin'

They said I'd never make it

Rikers Island just knew

They'd be makin' bed arrangements

One of them bullets just knew

They would hit my chest and cave it

I'm wanted better face it

I'm Dufresne I've been through a lot of shit

But better I 'scaped it

I'm from a world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers

No carpentry class kinda ox carvers

On the block with a Glock and rock joggers

And nobody saw nothin'

You got shot for bein' a blogger

Look what all these hard bars did for me

Nice guys finish last I gotta disagree

This spittin' spree keeps me at the dealership

Like I f**k nothin' but virgins

Every year I'm in a different V

While these rappers got a kick out of mimicry

My raps felt like blackbelts in the 6th degree

I roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds

With the House and house rounds in any battle

n***a this is me

I get it poppin' it's the Papi Chulo

Pop into this spot pop bottles then pop out

With your mami culo

Just f**ked a pop star

But promised to never let you know

I'm tellin' you though

She look like she on Telemundo

I don't care if she faked it all day

Right after I nut I said I came a long way

From coppin' new Js in Dr Jays on Broadway

To stylists at the Grammys

Watchin' plays on Broadway

To the private invite from playwrights

Guess I played it right

Is y'all Mayweather or Mike

Is you gon' take the fight

I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the weigh in like

Skip this press conference

Less nonsense n***a say goodnight

I took an oath to never let my fans down

First rapper to man up'll be a man down

Skinny chubby fat 5'6 tall

Line 'em up I got a coffin that's one-size-fits-all

This pen is what kept me out the pens

But how you act depends

If a life sentence pens for pennin' your end

My wrist swings like a pendulum

For perfect penmanship

Been there oh my empire's independent again

Six Fo' oleh Joell Ortiz - Lirik & Cover