Hey yo wassup J.D. nigger what′s crackin'?

What u doin, what′s goin on, what's happenin'?

See nowadays I be pimpin′ and mac n′ sellin crack n'Nigga u still rappin′?

What up is I hang with the hardest motherfuckers

I got rhymes by the buckets make you niggas wanna suck it

But you loveless, I'm the epitome of god-gifted

When I busted my first rap the whole planet shifted

Lifted you mind to the next stress hemisphere

The next level shift so you best to just step in here

Check my gear, I got flavour mad hip hop

Fucking run in the roughest neighbourhood and not get shot

I black out when niggas start hating shit

Run over your crew like the New England Patriots

The craziest but I′m also the laziest

Never turn on the TV so I don't know who Jay-Z is

What happened to rap in the 2-0 era?

Where they are getting worse and I′m only getting better

Niggas too old, J Young and Fresher

I put them under pressure, professor test ya

What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest

What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished

What happened? You face defeat and we the winners

Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you're diminished

I hear people say back in the day he wasn't like this

He′s stuck in the cycle of drug, sex, and violence

The nicest reflects on your iris

Gingivitis erupts through the gums of plenty of biters

I′m the Excalibur weaponry wielder

Do you dare to step into the deadliest field of

Hardcore hip hop, we laugh at your idols

Fuck your advice, I walk the path of the psychos

I kill MCs regardless of which rhyme I drop

On top of the corpses we climb to the top

So who's next to flop cause he thought he was heavy?

The last one retired when I tore through his belly

The cyborgs are ready to reboot the system

People go missing and that seemed to have vanished

They ask me what happened? Why do I act funny?

I stay braindead like I got bitten by a rat monkey

Every day I hear the same fucking BS

The same old song, you just don′t progress

You won't confess, that you all fame obsessed

I′ve seen it all (yes) and I'm far from impressed

I get a lot of criticism, you can be my guest

This hip hop shit just got repossessed

Peeps don′t wanna see us have any success (that's right)

It's time for these rookies to go hit the bench press

You′re not the guy I used to know, it′s all about the rate of flows

Even got a Golden Globe, what a way to go

This prick didn't even greet me at the show

Thinks he makes art like he′s Vincent Van Gogh

But no, (no) I turn from amateur to pro

I put in work daily, you just don't know

You just don′t know, no

You just don't know

You just don′t know

You just don't know

Just don't know, no

Just don′t know, no

You just don′t know

You just don't know

What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest

What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished

What happened? You face defeat and we the winners

Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you′re diminished

What happened? Dope D.O.D. became the illest

What happened? Phony MCs is getting finished

What happened? You face defeat and we the winners

Wicked with the lyrics in a minute you're diminished