The Shook One

Now while I stand tough Somebody tell this little boy to get his bars up Stepping to the mic to unleash your bars when You really just lost like a Knick outside the garden Thirsty for attention, turns out you're straight starving For females attention cause you get turned down often They get turned off when you get hard when You see their name on your dash like violated parking Alas, the student has surpassed the teacher While I'm in the game, you can check the bleacher Report, of course, you need my features Talk about my views, my tracks have your highest reaches Tell me life is hard, you keep sucking like leaches C'mon Amanda Shaun, ain't you gonna drink that bleach yet? Tell me all my exes resemble gremlins When last time I checked you never had a girlfriend And one of mine was your cousin, yup back to that again Talk about my game when you ain't even got a skill set Listened to your track, yeah I heard all that malarkey That's the sound it makes when a little dog's barking Gave you your name,you'd think you was my offspring So I guess that makes you the son of anarchy His library has my entire discography I rap circles round squares, but he failed geometry Another white boy with a degree in nigganometry So we'll racial profile him and call the hip-hop police You'll get more press than Trayvon ever did Cause this Latino's packing more heat than Zimmerman You nothing but a Boy, George With a waistline that wouldn't fit inside the royal gorge Balancing Act was an unbalanced track I played Kobe after Shaq left, team on my back He's terrified, he's scared, he's shook Wrote his diss after he studied my rhyme book Senior year came around, this boy started dieting Cuz he was more bubbly than cursive writing Did Goldilocks really just call me soft? Stand at attention while the general takes them patches off The commander-in-chief of the PIR regime You'd think you was a dope fiend with all of these pipe dreams So tell me now, how are you the mentor? When I'm the one serving in the border wars In one year, Reverb and Datpiff I dropped three EPs if you count Young Evil Pimp You seem to have forgotten, address me as your highness My piousness, unrivaled when, I write lines then I'm the father of sleep, yup, I'm death's uncle I really hate to bust this telletubbie's bubble But it seems like he's only looking for trouble Christopher Wallace wasn't the only one juggling a struggle When it comes to this company, check the payroll I'm the creator, I'm the founder, I'm the CEO Judging from your rolls you got plenty red meat So what made little dude want fresh beef? I'm the Kool Moe Dee to your Busy Bee I'm the KRS-One to your Nelly Cuz Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Lunatics Got your head in the cross hairs, pray I don't get a fix With a chrome .45 on that watermelon dome Statuses like Tech and Kaliko, Leave Me Alone I Murder Inc. with every pen stroke, check the Aftermath You Common as an Ice Cube, no coming back after that Like Royce told the Dozen, I'm the king of the city Calm down 'fore I go Fifty on the white Officer Ricky