Ambience

Uh, check it
Got my nigga Stogie in this motherfucker
We burnin' Ls, not givin' a fuck
Check it, uh
Tha God on the mic, check it
Uh

Halos above the risen dead, golden crown on the head
Presidents dead, blue-strip bills, the Benjamin head
Visions of Tupac's portrait over my head
Medusa head with the python dreads, don't discred'
The jewels and the knowledges said
Some niggas misuse the jewels when the knowledge is fed
Wax or lead, mines is red, don't make me use this axe at your head
The devil that you practically bred
I'm the most elite lyricist, so complete
Rather unique, leave you floatin' up Hell's creek
I'm Mobb Deep like [?] Noyd, you get your clique destroyed
Leavin' MCs trapped up in the void, stuck in this action poise
Relax the noise, talkin' too much
I'm through with the irrelevant bluff
I hold the full deck of cards with nothin' but jokers and spades
You fuck around and get poked with the blade
Tracks get killed when I close the deal and close the seal
We hold the real, come right back with flows, you know the drill
You know I'm ill, shootouts on the hill for who's king
Stashin' racks in his Robin jeans
Stand back, 'cause I'll rob you, king, for champion rings
Laid up in the Hamptons with a Amazon queen
The drama we bring is mandatory
It's end of story for the glory, hand'll flurry
At your top like Morrie's
All the rocks is pearly, the shine leavin' bitches dizzy
Don't ask about my crew, with rhymes, we get busy