作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Gabriel Stevenson/Aleksander Manfredi/John Barnes III/Gilbert O'Sullivan

作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Gabriel Stevenson/Aleksander Manfredi/John Barnes III/Gilbert O'Sullivan

What's the threat?

*****, I'm on one

Yeah, you ****in' with the wrong, wrong one

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one)

Yeah, you ****in' with the wrong, wrong one

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

*****, I'm on one

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Yeah, yeah

Ayo

Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still

I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill

I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill

That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference

Family is the only thing that matters, *****, I'm Stephen

I can't believe at first sight you thought I was Steve

*****, I orphan you

Shapeshift and morph into your mom

Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime

You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago

Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo

Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado

Can't **** *****es with baggage, you married a ho with cargo

*****es be jumpin' ship word to Argo

If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology

You stupid mother****er, I'm referencin' Greek mythology

I never went to college, B

And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology

Now logically, I'm the top MC

How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit neuropathy

Ain't no stoppin' me

Even if you stand on my grave, you never toppin' me

Down, down, that's how we get down

Down, yeah, yeah, you know get down

Put the mic up and then we get down, down

So high up that it's down

Wow, my shit so profound

Wow, y'all done bit the whole style

Wow, I don't trip, I just smile

Murderous shit, I fit the profile

Murder was the case, had that shit on sight

Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank

You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

News flash, buddy, we the shit, move right

From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds

Tired of misconceptions

Mr. [?] inhaled it in my direction

Intelligent and I'm tellin' it

Droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent

The precious prince

Upmost, definite, [?]

Four niggas can [?] who they effin' with

Wore no condom, you still can't come correct with it

I represent a specialist or artist who never charted but never parted

Off the record it is the hardest, this is the [?] unfolds in 'til the win

I never fail, leafs do emcees too but the pros propel, don't tell

Another cup of XXL, trouble for sale

Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell

Logic, I explained what the deal

Back then it was a film per album, plus a couple mill'

Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels

Humbly kill, stomach and pills, [?] bills shit

Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith

For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit

I still spit, like it's [?] my throat, 'til I'ma go/ghost

Still not a but I feel like the

End of my quote, go

*****, I'm on one

Yeah, you ****in' with the wrong, wrong one

*****, I'm on one

*****, I'm on one

Yeah, you ****in' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one

Yeah, you ****in' with

You ****in' with

You ****in' with

You ****in' with the wrong, wrong one

You ****in' with

You ****in' with

You ****in' with

You ****in' with the wrong, wrong