JANUARY 22ND`

Yo I be swingin' chrome and metal, Metallica on my hip But some would say ima Slayer, I got a devilish grin But it's the god sitting stout on a mount of buried bones I'm Barry Bonds, with the bat tucked so carry on It's the rap phenomenon comin' straight up out the Bronx BDP on the T, this that throwback Supreme 6'2 and I ball like Brunson too Deuce tucked and I pull up to that function zooted I feel like Stack Bundles in '09 In the Benzito bumping "Mr 19.5" When it come to this rap shit I'm Muhammad Ali, Jack Dempsey, Sonny Liston I'm cut from a different clothe Mike Tyson when he's pissed off I get the razor when they lip off And catch a cadence when the beats hard And when I find it you gone see God Whether you believe or not Fam I make ya speakers hot One of the illest in The Town that's word to Allah That's word to Wallah That's word to Versaâm Popped out my Moms with a mic en mi mano Wasn't long til I figured how to stack the Romano Im'a make it happen dog, and that's word to my daughter Amaya Im'a Rolley a Patek you more like a Movado Watch who you digging I got shovel and lyme Benny Blanco from the Bronx ima bubble in time Just give me fire I got something to rhyme In due time, they gone see who really come with the lines, I'll prove mine Jabs like daggers, hooks like fine wine Leave a rapper punch drunk, with his love on the line You tapped in with Genovese And all his amenities, While Sy cook up production that feel like the seventies Ain't no love in the city in the summer there's son of Sam's 2016 I lost my brother T-Mac, this for you baby This for you