[Hook]
Bars on the song, I keep it 100
Man of the century, I keep it 100
Mispronounced it, just to keep it 100
Limitless, but I keep it 100
[Verse 1]
100 bars, man of the century
Married to life and money, you can call it bigamy
Twin attribute, check the asymmetry
Just did it, I made history
Now I teach it as I school
Bars stand strong, not being weighed down by jewels
If you claim to be the best, man, I must be the groom
State run radio, take it outta tune
So far ahead, you have to turn on your zoom
I terminate this shit till I'm chilling in my tomb
And I got too much class to be schooled
So I'm busy schooling each and every one of you
I give you recess, while I holiday
I'm winning, just like Charlie say
I got the Blupeprint, you could call me Jay
If the ask me how I keep it, this is what I'll probably say
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
99 Problems then a bitch came along
So now it's 100 like the title of the song
By the way, the bitch was called life
So cold, the flow that I spit turns to ice
And my coldness and cold flow freeze the mic
All the wrong things, I do them right
They cannot smell the roses, I gotta give 'em sight
Tinted windows to their soul, I gotta give 'em light
My light gave 'em sight, so all my rays are visible
I do it right on the mic with my lyrical
Every time I drop a lyric I gotta kill it
Beat tailor made, so it fits with the lyrics
Got the kill switch, and I flipped it
Gotta analyse the rhyme I encrypted
Not subliminal, but they still don't get it
I'm the man of the century, no wickets
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
If you claim you 5 stars, then I am 10
But I keep it 100, square the 10
So I'm well rounded with my diamond mine shine
Mine's crystal clear, your stones are rhines
Life is a lemon, money is the lime
All I got is bars like I committed crimes
I speak volumes, I don't need to sign
I rhyme my mind even if I pantomime
Say what I want and I say it whenever
Me bite my tongue, when? never
Talkin' to myself cause no one understands me
These motherfuckers undercover, tactics underhanded
Hope you feeling lucky cause I'm going Dirty Harry
Me, Myself and I cause nobody will have me
My high is too good, they don't wanna pass me
Going brainless, so they not comin' at me
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
As I extend this non-satiric clerihew
I doubled up from 16's to a 32
I go twice as good with everything I do
They get a 1 finger salute, then I throw up the deuce
Ate the knowledge fruit, now I'm throwin' up the juice
And it keeps on flowing, you can hear it as it moves
But my flow was ice on the second verse
So I turned up the heat and it had to work
Cause now you can hear the way that it flows
I cannot believe that you really don't know
That things started to heat up a verse ago
I'm not even rhyming fast, your mind must be slow
I won't be right back cause I don't got to to
I got alotta lines, I rhyme by the row
And it all falls into place, properly
Never fall off,cause I stay on the beat
So now I spit the second half
Of the fourth and final paragraph
Spittin' it slow, tryna make it last
On the road of life, let's not run out of gas
Cause that would be as bad as with getting crashed
I'm so hot, I'm starting to turn into ash
But I always manage to regenerate
Going deep in the beat as I penetrate
I'm the illest, fuck the department of health
Life's a deck of cards, play with what you get dealt
They cannot reach me, I'm the highest on the shelf
I'm in the house, I wear the pants and the belt
I feel the beat, so my rhymes are felt
Jimi's Priceless, so fuck the wealth
They'll murder me first, I am number 1
4 more bars to go and I'll be done
[Hook]
