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[Intro]
Yo don’t ask me who the best is yo
I give you my top 5
Uh — Doom, Thought, Em, Jay, Ghost
Ya nam sayin?
All them cats is the best b
Yo this is not golf b
This is artwork b
You get biz like no other, you the best, aite?
[Verse 1]
Case in point, I ain’t make AKs rejoice
I just came to case the joint
Here’s a pie in the face
Inspire the faith
I might turn water to wine, lemon to line, pie into cake
I know Tiger & Crane, I know Wing Chun, never too tired to train
I don’t feel no thrill of the chase, I don’t chase shit
I just stay in my place and be patient
Mets – Giants ’86
Property in NY, PONYs and zirconis, an A6
My whole team, all hoodlums and geishas
Roll tight like goodness and gracious
Streets haunted by the hustlers that died here
Great beyond, the more we’re gone, youngsters with dyed hair
Kids in the Bible, all the babies cut in two
Word mother, it ain’t nuthin’ new
[Chorus x2]
Arrows, (when the wise split the narrows ?)
Sip wine with the pharaohs
Trace the lies from the lips to the clips out the barrels
(I read the times, for the tips spread the tarots ?)
[Verse 2]
I’m ‘bout a billion years old
I’m like a winter day, graduate from chilly to cold
I’m a descendant of dissentin’ adults
Traded in Jacksons and Washingtons for watts and volts
Breakin’ bread, breakin’ even while I’m eating alone
You ain’t heard no heavy breathing while I was bleeding in stone
All you felt was your pulse
All you taste was the sweetest victory and all you seen was results
Smell me, I don’t give two fornications, can’t find a case that done help me
It don’t harbor hate, it don’t help me
It’s unhealthy
All the world’s a stage, backstage I move around stealthy
I hold down like gays hold down Chelsea
I hold it down like dreads hold down Ls, like Fred hold down Elm Street
(Whoo)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Meet at the summit if you can stomach the mileage
Hate it or love it but if you hate it you wilin’
Hate it or love it but if you hate it you buggin’ like bugs that be needin’ pollen
I crack a smile, me and Solomon
Will the gavel and the meeting of the minds, feeding the meter where the grass grow greener, speed greeter, or the Oz
Where the middle man cashing my checks, seeing them all dead with a bomb strapped to my chest
(Whoo!)
I’m all in your head
I’d like to thank my sponsors, monsters under the bed
Most of shit that make you think I’m gonna humble the best, just some shit I mumbled under my breath
Matter of fact I keep a sleeve that’s full of aces ’til I’m fakin’ my death
Keep it rough around the edges ‘stead of hedging my bets
Cue the civil unrest
Next
[Outro]
Yo kid
Yo Red and Ghost was – they duked it out for my – for that fifth slot b
Either could have made it yo
You know
Obviously Mos is top ten of – 3 Stacks
But this, you know, this is my joint, this is preference
Can’t – all these cats is the best b
You nam sayin?
You know, Aesop Rock
Can’t nobody get biz like Aes or –
Nobody’s better, nobody’s better, nobody’s better than these cats
Yo somebody could do what you do, you whack b
You straight up whack
You’re either whack or you the best kid, there’s no in between yo
If you nice and nobody can’t rock like you, you the best kid
Otherwise find something else to do, with your life b
Please, please
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