Iron Mic

[Intro] Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is The Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee [Verse] I see this rap shit as easy, I got it down to a science Rock 'em like Goliath my verses is killin' giants This the book of Eli, they pay tons to see it I raised the bar so high Dhalsim couldn't reach it Yo, the weak leave when they see it, I cc'd it I'm too seasoned, I'm too odd, we ain't even What I'm writing niggas be bitin' like babies teething Or biting like Eve when she eatin' apples in Eden Yo, restore the madness sure 'nuff, now who the baddest? You crossed the line, you gon' need more then your border passes I ain't never slacking, never happen You see it in my face until I get more work done than La Toya Jackson I admit it, I should be admitted into a psych ward I'm committed, chlamydia sick as given from five whores Now why he say five? He looney listen to Luniz "I Got 5 On It" at 5 in the morning I murder MCs, leave they mothers mourning Their homies is twisted, liquor pour out for em I bomb niggas with no warning Me and 9th just play Jesse and Walter White We stepping on toes, this shit is like Harlem Nights My rhyme scheme is mean like a dope fiend lean Nigga please, your sixteens are sweeter than pralines I picked the perfect song for the fat lady to sing Teri, Ace and Hakeem this ain't the same dream Something ain't adding up when you hear the shit that they say y'all How the hell you a boss, ain't you got you a day job? Shit I face mobs, I scar faces like Facemob So fix your face you niggas looking like Tate Modern art There's no equal, on top like a church steeple Momma's angel was angry listening to the evils Don't stop the music like Yarbrough & Peoples All eyes on me like 2Pac or a peephole, yo I poke holes into each and all of your plans Shadow box with Peter Pan, punchlines will never land I -- kick it! -- y'all don't understand Nigga I don't write rhymes, I write some "Got damn!"s Jamla back, back like we never left 9th gave me a shot I ain't give the ball back yet See I will break you apart without me breaking a sweat Y'all all talk, and ain't saying shit like the Muppets Chuck There's no skill for real to the rhymes they write But y'all in love with the hype like a crackhead's wife See I can give you a clip if you niggas is sound bitin' You wrote that in five minutes? No shit, it sounds like it! But poor me, I'm dope til I OD These rappers you call the future can't fuck with the old me Shake will tell you the same, Chance'll tell you the same I was chillin with Common and Nas on the same day And the year before at New York and The Roots on the same stage So I don't care if you sleep, I'll just wake you up at your wake Yo, this shit real I been this and I'm still ill I spit some shit that make Michael J Fox sit still See I'm not playing -- all bars, not drinking Straight body -- not planking I shot niggas and I'm not ratin' Add-2 all day, everyday and I'm not changing Nigga