Bring in noise like thunder,
making emcees wonder.
You thought I let you off easy,
but I'm breaking you off.
I'm breaking you off.
Never ever have I sold out or played out.
I blast through the board and center.
I enter, I've come back for more.
Dangerous I am if you try to correct me.
Now the tables are turned and I am the entity.
Confusion, I bring deception to steal souls.
I have the industry eating out of my bowl.
Behold! If you thought I let you off the hook,
a real deal player never goes by the book.
You thought you were dead,
but you're coming up zero.
No style in your rhyme,
but you came,
you're a hero.
No, you better stay up.
Go out and come with me like this.
Now who be the player?
Competition is over, cause you heard what M.O.
dropped.
Now who be the player?
You gotta be crazy if you think that you're on top.
No,
it ain't about the game or how you hustle for the dough.
So don't you try so hard to be what you're not.
You better get down to the ground.
Manifestations,
metaphorical parables,
scatter like fallen rebels.
Murderous vultures with hip-hop intangibles.
Unstoppable,
brainstorming,
lyrical brimstones,
accelerating notes as dastardly runes.
Belayer, benevolent imposter.
Slayer, unarmed soldier.
Scripture speaking divine ascension.
Who dat?
Enemy with the kukatara.
Defy I, death shall die.
Destiny brings forth the armies of hip-hop facing the final battle.
Verbal and megadon.
Words won't battle, fuse and gulp.
The rhymes will cry out in limes.
A bloodstorm, bringer of deadly bombs.
Gotta get down, gotta get down to the ground.
To the ground.
I shall commence,
circumstance,
intense brush out to the horizon.
Limited mental perception.
Rhyme and soul in divine collaboration control.
Who am I to unfold the untold?
Level in the castle, riding the saddle.
Hassle for the gold medal.
Battle, passing the seat belt.
Essential doubt, landslides, invisible stealth.
Super black belt, immortal featherweight.
Box combat sports, double back sweep.
Uppercut, make you drop.
Stamina underlies, hypnotize.
My world will pound, mesmerize.
Telekinetic lethal stare.
Competition is over, cause you heard what M.O.
tried.
Who be the player?
You gotta be crazy.
If you think that you're on top, no.
It ain't about the gang, all out.
You hustle for the dough.
So don't you try so hard,
you'll be what you're not.
You better get down to the ground.
Bringing noise like thunder.
Making emcees wonder.
You thought I'd let you walk free,
but I'm breaking you up,
I'm breaking you up.
I'm bringing noise like thunder.
Concentration of thought at the dawn of twilight.
Asian emcees progress to unknown heights.
Do it right.
Witness as I excite the mic.
Inabrogated with exuberance of verbal mic.
Wanna be player, wanna go for my fame.
I breaks you off simple cause I made the game.
I'll let you say you'll say and let you talk you do.
Cause at any one time,
I'll take you and your whole damn crew.
Complex text, correct.
Superplex, I'm all to tracks.
Checks come to front and front come to checks.
Training of crack folks if you step through my lair.
Ain't a question when I say, who be the player?
Competition is over,
cause you heard what MO dropped.
Now who be the player?
You gotta be crazy.
If you think that you're on top, no.
It ain't about the gang, all out.
You hustle for the dough.
So don't you try so hard,
you'll be what you're not.
You better get down to the ground.
Competition is over,
cause you heard what MO dropped.
Now who be the player?
You gotta be crazy.
If you think that you're on top, no.
It ain't about the gang, all out.
You hustle for the dough.
So don't you try so hard,
you'll be what you're not.
You better get down to the ground.