Alright nigga, no more fun and games, let's go You, you set the standard for the future generation Look Look Slum village with the feeling, get a beat up at ya, I'ma kill it Huh, you ain't ready for the realest, how I suck a rapper to the ceiling Look, my flow is sick as hell, had to bail my baby out of jail I'm doing me and I do it well, you think I'm wack, who are you to tell? All you hype boys silly, you a square like Piccadilly Huh, I do not care how you feeling, huh, I thought you knew I'm a villain Yeah, I don't like it when these jokers looking at me sideways on the highway Cause you know I'm about to do it my way, till the misfits blow Pompeii J, you driving it the wrong way, I do not see what you're seeing Lately I feel European, salmon, I'm swimming upstream Look, I don't know about you without, you know I'm coming for the crown Drop an album, kids wanna party, get them niggas out my house Sisters hitting hills, how are you allowed? I cut the music, it was loud You don't deserve my respect, when I talk to Kendrick, man, I sit on the ground Just to get a little reference, so we have no confusion My flow, color, duty, prestige, seeing through your illusions The Illuminati's real, that's the deal, write a book so I can prove it All you rappers just a nuisance, it's always been more than the music Now they looking at my new fit, rocket control on the floor of a Louis V store And I'm sorry I'm stupid, right in the metro we booming All the misfits come together in a Tesla and we zooming You don't want to be boss when he's little, except when he look like him All of you are just migrating in one direction, all of you, man When you go to these different spots, you gotta be able to see them You gotta be able to see them, that's what I'm saying That's what you got to do, you know what I'm saying Yo, you know what I'm saying? Yo, Flocko, Flocko, let me play you something Yeah, ooh, this one for all of my renegades Playing B, sipping lemonade, skirt on the beat like a centipede Squad, fuck with us heavily, whack shit, I got a remedy Blow up, make a couple enemies Sideline with a felony, on the move like a melody I don't care what you're telling me I don't do nothing fugazi, tell Tokyo we amazing I'ma be there if you think Bad piece of shit, I'm a world flush Misfits in the building, you should know it So what, so what's up, you call me on the phone So don't you blow me up Breaking news, there is a band of renegade teenagers In North Los Angeles, Calabasas area Throwing paints, art pieces, blasting their new albums There's been a triple homicide by a man named Sire So... You think you can save rap music?