Yeah

Father Rasco you better act like you know

Straight of the pitch the third mic gave a small pinch

And ever since they've been waitin' on this twelve inch

It's Peanut Butter Wolf Rasco anticipated

Steppin' to mics will only get cracks obliterated

Turn up these levels let me bless those that's feelin' this

Run on this path and I'ma rip fools continuous

This nonstop entourage rockin' camouflage

Is quick to handle any nigga thinkin' sabotage

Really, who in the hell is this big Willy?

We'll run him down, rip his out and smack him silly

My microphone filled with flames, takin' all names

The first to tell 'em that this hip hop ain't all games

I rock the planet, transatlantic, meanin' overseas

Down with various, but this box don't come in threes

Got EBF to the friz chillin' close range

Pockets is flat, time to stack me some pocket change

But ain't it strange how this hard work has paid off?

Remember days when I was flat broke and laid off

But gettin' fired only inspired the dope shit

Now magazines on the scene tryin' to quote shit

Given the wackest hip hop overblown props

Styles is stolen better call up the damn cops

Tell 'em to bring they paddy wagon, got a lot of folks

Stand-up comedians is all set to crack jokes

Gavel to gavel, brothers gettin' drug through the gravel

A little buzz, yo, but my rhymes just didn't travel

A gotta take it to the next, start cashin' checks

I see you brothers perpertratin' in that rented Lex

Tryin' to flex like you some type of big wheel

I'm on the mic, niggaz just get they wigs peeled

Still, I know these wack fools be lovin' it

Place your bets and I bet Ras can double it