Why chase the thrown when you are born in the seat
I put the 4 to the cheeks of hating niggas who ignore when I speak
cuz they can't fathom my linguistics and how I flip shit
on a track and leave niggas worlds twisted
stability questioned, my skills in this profession
was honed to the point of borderline perfection
testing my craft, never that, what i'm stacking, bread in fact
this race for paper in the industry got me ahead in rap
Long Island kid big willie stylin it
got the flawless flow that got you profound and shit
What can I tell ya
I spit that freebase cocaine shit and this track's paraphernalia
you feel it in your vains, hate it when it's gone
had a relapse and now you need another song
I know, as long as the needle's to the vinyl
I'll be there to send chills up your spine yo

you know the deal

You Makaveli spawns, ain't got shit for the fel-e-on
my flow got niggas wondering what the fuck i'm on
i'm fucking gone yet i'm sober like a soldier
traumatized frequently looking over his shoulder
cobra clutching the game, over lusting for fame
over fucking these dames, bolder fuck being sane
these jedi mind tricks, got me dirty like vice strips
but got my lines tighter than vice grips
my advise is, dread softly like baby rastas
I, 380 rosters and, machete impostors
mobster deep wit my underworld ties
analyze wit the infrared and never with the eyes
cuz lies just, come constant with the iris
deception has a tendency to trail acts of kindness
from now on, I keep my enemies close
keep my hand on the toast, and squeeze the thing till it's broke

you know the deal

They wish ill on the adolescent that got em stressing
cuz my rap no question leaves them with low sale projections
you might have better stacks if your raps
wasn't only hand snaps and fake stories of selling crack
black that;s 88 and nigga that was a score ago
but you only rap that shit for your aura though
they fabricated tales I can tell
so is how you let off shots and bust shells
nigga keep being a fraud
keep thinking you god, keep thinking your hard
keep sinking so far, that you can't get out
get duct taped up, and you can't even shout
so my nigga change your pace, nah nigga change your race
these close quarter shot can definitely change your face
But me, i'm just speaking for real
just keeping it trill, so nigga reach and get killed

You know the deal