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[U-God]
When it comes to this rap shit, not a stranger
Not Cedric, but Iâm a Entertainer
Game changer, none can match it
Iâm a Master, I throw on the green jacket
It takes practice, just to blaze mics
Iâm in the best shape of my life
In fights with God vs. Devil
Iâmma beat them charges, Iâm the hardest rebel
Iâm beyond your level, Iâm stone and grit
Sit back, let me Quincy Jones this shit
Loan two bits, this is my territory
My biographyâs an amazing story
Of blood and streets, love and deceit
Slugs and heat, let the dog off the leash
Iâm a free MC, not DMC, no contracts, contact TMZ
[Chorus: U-God]
Here I come (Iâm the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
Iâm on my way (Iâm the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
Here I come (Iâm the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
Iâm on my way (Iâm the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
[Kool Keith]
Tour bus, Orca, big shark walker
Man with the ammo, yaâll bring the grand piano
Fitted hat on, superfly, walk around
Shoot around your town like Hawaii Five-Oh
Oprah come out your projects, Iâm down with The Sopranos
While Iâm stealinâ em, head so big like balloon helium
Guns with body suits, energize off poets
See the king of kings, I manage Floyd Mayweather now
Come up to the condeminium, and shake hands with the new millennium
Larry and Armstrong insurance, me and U-God
Any rapper come up, better speak to the doorman
Throwing rice on the city, out the Carolina box
Captain hat, finger popping your lady with the Air Nike shots
Heavyweight, dumped around my waist, I took it years ago from John Tate
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Rap hall of fame, yaâll mention me
Got more bars then a penetentiary
In the next century, you gonna see my spark
My rap IQ is right off the charts
Go and front, go ahead plot
You got the biggest gun donât mean you canât get shot
Check my slot, check my melody
You canât beat me, Iâm the champ of this melody
Speaking felonies, thatâs why Iâm ribbing
Golden Arms venom, baggy jeans denim
Enemies, yo, I dodge for a living
And all these women, gotta stay ahead of ya
Yaâll want ballers, the hell with the regular
Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid, gotta keep your head sharp
Mind on the run, yaâll got a head start
Yaâll know the repertoire, fingers on the triggers
We the toughest niggas in the yard
[Chorus]