What happened in that motel room?
What happened?
(The four-eyed Raven is back!)
Who was your backup guy?
Who was the mystery man on the phone?
Oh
Guess who's back?
B to the A to the R O N to the Jay
Snappin' on a beat by Jay
Better be warned I put on for the Capital City
Homie it's bout to get litty
Y'know how it be
When we pull up on the scene it's a million degrees hot
Pick up the bar set it a billion feet high
Making every other brother wanna sign out
'Cause the flow is damn hot like lava
You already know man'a do it for the Papa
Yeah I'm a Christian rapper reaching out for souls
Homie flip the chapter let's get back to flows
Bringing it back you'd be thinking it was a throwback
Wickitty wackitty rappers can't condone that
No
Fake ice and durags
Who go bring back the real rap?
'Cause the man dem no dey yan anything for the tracks anymore
The rhymes are out-of-touch like the Blackberry Curve
If e no be money and ass, baby boy
You don't really got nothing to talk about anymore?
So many dope rappers
But y'all just find creative ways to say the same thing
Best in the capital?
Take a look and you can see the top is really vacant
So I stay on my work
So I can finish my mission while only impressing my King
I stay on my work
So I can have my lady looking fly in that animal skin
I stay on my work
I no dey blame anybody wey no dey relate to my pain
But start in your lane
Don't be a victim my homie
E get as e be for my kitchen
I'm mean widdit!
What you just said
Is the one of most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard
At no point in your rambling incoherent response
Were you even close to anything
That can be considered a rational thought
God have mercy on your soul