The Ghost of Kyiv (feat. Roman Ricardo)

Yo I've been stashing up like Redman's dollar box (Yeah) Tonight's the night, so Imma rock the spot 'till drama pops (Uh huh) And have the follow up choke up like he's Papa Doc 'Cause like atomic clocks, I'm on point, on the dot (Facts) I'm feeling hot as Pac, except on five vodka shots (Brrr) I'm fucking loaded, I don't mean like a glock is cocked My head's in a different space like a cosmonaut (Uh huh) Ain't on some extra shit, I don't need an entourage (Yeah) I know my ego's rubbing off like a Thai massage (Haha) But bitch I got the sauce, someone pass the Mang Tomas (Hoy) I'm trying to push this product, get myself the proper spot (For real) Showing I'm dope, but I'm not a con like Doctor Oz (F*ck him) My competition's going to hate it when I got it locked (They will) These birdbrains ain't fly like Oswalt Cobblepot (Ha) Sounds like they're losing interest (Oh well) Like the stocks have dropped It ain't hard tell like that classic song of Nas Ain't signed to J. Prince, but I fucking rap a lot (Uh huh) But best beware, I'm Barry Bonds in the batters box Butchering these beats like how y'all pronounce my last name (Come on y'all) I put the muscle in, y'all ain't 'bout this calf game (Flex) I'm from the era where rappers gotta stay true (For real) And if your style is jacked, hip hop will shame you (Yeah) So if you try to bite, you finna get the steak knife And that's on a good day, so this is when I play nice (Damn) Being a gatekeeper wasn't my objective (Really wasn't) But seeing how the game's become is quite pathetic (It's sad) You can say I'm always on the fucking mic aggressive (Yeah) But I ain't sugar coated like the blood of diabetics (Damn) You say you care for hip hop, but you love it like a fetish This is something I perfected (Ho) With tons of rhymes connected (Uh) So I ain't going to drop it like a son that I neglected When you come from my perspective (What) Don't undermine the message So put the mic down (Bitch) If rapping ain't ya forte This ain't song and dance theatrics like a play on Broadway Expand your fucking palette, what ya make's in poor taste I've been treading underground like I'm escaping Shawshank (Shit) My lyrics dragon fire that touch ya like a Catholic friar Always killing something, hence I'm constantly in black attire Trying to get more bread like Olive Garden appetizers So many babies in this game, where the f*ck's the pacifiers? (Damn) But don't fucking sleep on me, I'll make you an insomniac (Wake up) You think I'm going out of style like a Pontiac I embody rap, my punchlines are like Ali jabs Meanwhile you just want freebies like a slice from Johnny Mac's (Damn) I'll make rappers fear me like I'm in a hockey mask With a body bag, then cover up like Kehlani tats They're clowns in rainbow wigs, cheesing like Tekashi rats (Shit) If I was testing 'em, they'd all fail the polygraph (Damn) They scared to death of an intricate lyricist They think having bars is like kissing bitches with syphilis (Hahaha) So don't be acting for clout or jacking the style Better yet, abort ya mission like an accident child (Ooh) 'Cause I rhyme like I put corona spit in this mic (Uh huh) You'll feel like Phineas Gage and I'm hitting the spike (Pow) I don't want to fucking hear you ain't the lyrical type (I don't) An excuse so pathetic for the shit that ya write (Pussy) When all that you do is just mimic and bite You don't belong in rap like a dick in a dyke (You don't) You make me rather fucking go listen to mimes Than your shit that's as real as Kylie Jenner's behind This ain't about physical size, I'm just sick in the mind I put bars at the forefront like I'm the criminal kind Got ya tweaking like when Nosferatu's flickering lights Don't X the end of me like the liberal whites So don't make me pull ya card, I don't want to hear these jokers speak (F*ck off) I ain't the type to be on slow jams with Jodeci (I'm hardcore only) I burn through ferociously like I was smoking trees You'll probably want to sub out, 'cause Imma roast the beef You could be on black tar, you'll never be as dope as me I can tell you're weak inside like you got a bone disease (Shit) But you just bitch made, so stick this up ya ovaries While I'd rather die a legend like the Ghost of Kyiv Motherfucker (Fucker, fucker)