The Final Tower

[Verse One] [Copywrite]: Listen you Stan Get a clue, you're a visible fan In the booth, battlin' the Invisible Man It's supposed to be me inspirin' that verse You'll need a church, choir and a hearse I'll have your fake buddies dialin' the nurse Pete's so Nice I'm retirin' with Search Hawking that jazz will put you Miles in the dirt When I retire from the Earth I'll come back like Christ For no other reason, other than I want back my life I can bullshit a round Make a classic, get my ass kicked Let the proof get around I'm still the cool kid in town I embrace all flaws, that chainsaw gnawed your face off raw Nic Cage take your Face Off (aaww) At my own shows I chase off broads Give 'em a head start Chase 'em, catch 'em and rape raw dog Can't escape, awe nah Gave her an hour to travel Now we reenact the second bar from Tower Of Babel Can't win with words, I'll give you an hour at Scrabble Don't have the power to baffle Me? I devour the alpha Bet the tower of ice You cowards are trife Wait till class out to spazz out I'm Screetch Powers in high school I leap towers right by you within a single bound Faster than a speeding bullet hit the charts without a single out Hit your heart like when you're singled out And you least expect to meet the best chick who she said it's yeast infected It's heat seekin', there's no point in seekin' exits But since it seeks heat, it reaches me, direct hit Dumb ho, here's a ticket to the gun show Front row, hearin' crickets at your one show This is Copywrite, Marv Won mixin' up the drugs though What up though? Pen, Dom, uh ohhhhhhhh [Verse Two] [Motion Man]: My shit is Will Smith Legend on turf Goons send 'em, kill my own dog if he gets infected with venom I'm abuse fit for all the dog lovers Rehabilitate me I'll snap back and pull the plug out your mother I'm like a flying saucer or some seen Strong arm and walk up on you, size up on you, strip you down for them jeans What I mean is, I'm your lyrical particle Without my influence no magazines no news articles You marginal Dedicated to medicated Uneducated Hella connected, motherfuckers is black black black [King.dom]: All you motherfuckers stuck at work Puffin' a dutch full of purp' Couple perks Little bit of Indian, scribblin' me another verse The kids spittin' the sickest livin' on fuckin' Earth So every beat is gettin' killed/kilt like Cudi's skirt Lot of skeet is gettin' spilled (where?) Your mother's shirt I get it poppin' and droppin' her at the fuckin' church Brain's great but y'all lame's gon' hate The weakest link but the motherfuckin' chain is fake Your weed stinks Y'all need to change your pace I hang with an 8th A blunt will rearrange your face Pssst Sky's the limit, I'mma aim for space Got haze in the safe Stop playin' you payin', I'mma stay in the place Stop lyin' Dom's tryin' to see more I'm cookin' up like the pilot on a G4 Hookin' up with the dime at the weed store Three whores delivering my dope, no detour These whores ain't stoppin' for no cops fam I tell 'em "Fuck The Police" like Roxanne They blow till they nose bleed, I got grams Bunch of naked young sluts playin' Rock Band God damn, I be blowin' a pound Back on my bullshit like a rodeo clown I won't quit till I hit every ho in the town I'm holdin' the crown Who's holdin' it down? O-Dot [Verse Four] [Poison Pen]: If you can't detect, I'm probably in Brooklyn Henny on my chest like Prodigy in Shook Ones Fat drunk, belligerent Knock out all for dead presidents Hop out the car, just shots out to ? That'll resolve it [Copywrite]: But you won't grow your limbs back [Poison Pen]: Boy you ain't no starfish I'm a goon that side bet, slash mobster Side talkin' monster, slash walkin' monument I'm a biped, rare North American grizzly Taught how to walk, talk, rap, strap and get busy Raised by Brooklyn wolves Step in Brooklyn shoes (See my best?) That's the Brooklyn jewel Bed Stuy, that's the Brooklyn Zoo And they rock the set where the predators in Brooklyn rule Zoo keepers, keep clappin' at ? That fro I rock, homeboy that's my natural skin I shave my mane to appear more plain Top of the food chain Hop in two train My cohorts with Carhartt's We blend with our surroundings Sluts around? I'm a cat, I'm pouncing and bouncing Been in it for four years, be in it for more years Hungover real proper Posture of Chewbacca Pen I'm a monster Go ask your mommas My balls kill birds like Randy Johnson's I'm an animal [Marv Won]: A lot of people's ask my whereabouts I've been in the lab I put my phone down, I'm back to my pen and my pad Memory lane, I am relivin' my past I am way better than Mayweather at slippin' jabs All you bums throwing shots are not gettin' a pass I'm the shit, rappers are pissed, get 'em a bag Spewin' hate when they know they prolly love me The new nigga runnin' Detroit, I'm Rodney Stuckey And I'm somethin' to see I'm selfish, I treat bars like pussy, ain't nobody fuckin' with me You can't fuck with the D Stop posturin', you're lactose intolerant You are not accustomed to cheese Train with the killers, learn from the winners I will not starve to death, I am earning my dinner And you lookin' like a steak Niggas claimin' sharks Till they floppin' in that boat with them hooks all in they face You lookin' for a bitch nigga, look another place I'm good in every hood, by the looks of shit I'm straight Every word I jot in my book is great You can keep your wallet man, my crooks go for the safe [Sample from the motion picture Old School]: You're crazy man. I like you, but you're crazy