Quit While You're Ahead

[Hook] You better quit while you're ahead Ah that's what I said, or you're better off dead Hey eh, you better quit while you're ahead [Verse 1 - Choclair] I told ya (yeah) I did (I did, I did) Now, a lot of MC's walkin with no knees They persistent with fuckin with me I'm just that real laid back, chill bat, smokin them trees But yo I turn into some African bees (if you're fuckin with me) I'm unmatched, unpassed, since way back Up upon them blocks, rockin MCM hats Just spittin at these people like I'm swingin a bat At Scarborough Village, where the pillage was at (You better quit while you're) All them girls in them pum pum shorts, where they wanted it fat (yes) Yo, I ain't braggin, I'm just spittin the facts No exaggeration (naw), no grippin on my balls for charm A Big Mac with no lettuce and sauce Now my collar bone is filled with stars and got stripes down the arm Got Class in the cut, pull the pin out the bomb, brother Yo, so let them horns blow (yeah) We're reppin this here because you all asked for it, so yo [Hook] - 2X - w/ ad libs [Choclair talking behind Hook] I told ya I told ya [Verse 2 - Classified] I ain't goin nowhere, I got my people in here We still got it after all the smoke clears Now speakin mathematically, there's no comparin to my strategy Tryin to measure up, I appreciate the flattery But half of these rappers are half of a beat backwards Claimin they on point man, ch-check the stats first I've dropped 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years Do the math right there That's 144, on a one a month average And that don't even count what I produced for other rappers (You better quit while you're) Done 5 tours, with 20 shows or more And that's only dating back to 2004 Let's not forget the other years that don't apply to Now name another rapper tourin Canada like I do I know I am, on the top of this And I know I have, many accomplices If the numbers add up you can't get rid of me So kid, know your past or your future will be history [Hook] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Maestro] The Maes, the Maes is smooth and here to soothe you when MC's lose, he keeps improvin Cause he keeps comin back with more and more hits (Ahh shit), suckers better quit When you touch my first record, then we can talk Start prayin, start fastin, then we can walk I'm makin movies now, while rappers still runnin their lips Get off my dick, I'm tryin to study my script (You better quit while you're) I got politicians callin cause I'm influential Beat makers want my voice on their instrumentals Rappers makin mixtapes, then they get out of line Except I've never seen a record yet do better than mine They just keep recyclin, not excitin Never the less I just put it to rest cause Wes keeps enticin them 'Stro fans wonder how he's gonna flow next But all you gotta know is that he so Fresh Wes (Godfather, God bless), still I spark the flame Only rapper from Toronto on the Walk Of Fame Now who you think Toronto trusts more - me or you? Who you think Toronto loves more - me or you? Son I'm not tryin to say that I'm better than y'all I'm just on another level than y'all, so just move [Hook] - 2X - w/ ad libs [Verse 4 - Moka Only] (Classified) Man y'all can't talk about stats without puttin your boy Moka in (Yo, that's why I got at you man, let 'em know) You see my braggin rights could be wrote on the longest list The most prolific rapper in the world that fits In my palm like this, my likeness is ubiquitous 36 albums underneath my belt I whip 'em off like they Bisquick biscuits bitch And ain't many that can deal with the heat that's felt Rappers on the thing underneath my briefs and belt I said (you better quit while you're ahead) Mok a kept on with the keep on You can't sleep on, so get gone and go get my coffee gopher The girls on my toblerone, the bone her Head stat on your cold toner I've got the Junos and the platinum plaques back at home 7 MMVAs, I can hold my own A known felon when it come to the microphone chrome Choclair, Class, Maestro and Moka Only, let's go [Hook] [Moka Only talking behind the Hook] Man we got stats Comin at ya like some baseball bats You fall flat, fall back nigga