Yankees

[Verse 1] Who's ready to rumble with the alchemist Step into my cyph' and get massacred By the Gotham behemoth Any challengers willing to thump, I'm all for it You're all boring I got these rap niggas stressed out follicles balding My man said I spill like I'm from Queen's bridge I always bring the realest For all my realists Thirsting for millions All of my slum dog ghetto children Packin' steel like Khadafi's army Identity concealed like super villains Watch me propel promptly I roll with a bunch of goons who be snatchin' Jews Like a pack of angry Nazis So watch your head out in the belly of the beast And peace to Syria, Africa, and the Middle East They can't fade us for long All my warriors stay strong Remember what I said we beyond And haters be gone No way you can spar Call Sherron Megatron Metatron Salassi atom Bomb The Gotham behemoth, anti-hero Floating in the yellow cab Backseat counting many Dineros Phoenix, smoking like Cairo at high noon Descendant of the ancients from the land of them sand dunes It's crazy out They do all they can to keep our conscience locked Rasta popped the major plot to see our greatest leaders stopped So me and my bannas [?] politicin at Benihana's While plenty knowledge plottin solutions to man's greatest problems Walkin to the UN with a statement tell a government to face it And admit that America needs a facelift Like the invicible legend More walkin' through the heavens Please black man, I know we'll meet for sure brethren Until then I reckon these rappers to get to fuckin' steppin Or Catch metal to melon Heavier than this plane is pressure You peasants can measure the presence of lead makin' amendments With this penmanship right from my son And the pen will be stressin' Peace.... Yankees, Yankees, Yankees