Observe how I serve these words like Hors d'Oeuvres
The nerve to try and versus my verses, you'll get what you deserve
Try to battle me, a snake will never rattle me
'Cause all they do is tattle tails
Me? I give 'em hell
And whoever said "it's lonely at the top" must've been lying
I'm the King of the jungle- Nah, king of the lions
'Cause the day that I was born every single baby started crying
See their savior has arrived, perfect timing
I'm more than the man, I won't call myself a God
I'm like Moses in the middle or like Malcolm on the cross
Even odds, wish 'em well just like I'm a genie
They can never be me, replicas see mirages
Tch- they never see me
'Cause my mind on the money and my mind over matter
Ignoring the chatter, my pockets are fatter
I'll do you dirty like I'm Pollock, make some blood splatter
As I'm poppin' and lockin', do walking and talking
They steady be jocking, the pigeons flocking, huh
Unpredictable, lyrical miracle