Rap Rushmore

[Intro:] We on top of the world On top of the game [Verse 1:] [Nature] Yo, Yo I turn it up like the stove on In Miami Marvin’ out with whole bomb I got fiends that been waiting for a whole month Niggas still tryna sell them what they don’t want I run around high like a daydream Big 9s on my side never 8 street 100 grams but it’s looking more like 6 5 rounds with the champion the fight’s fixed 4 EPs dropping in the same year 3 Clubs a night, Henny in the same year 2 Hoes a town when we on a world tour Everyday been the same since ‘04 Money, money, money, money, money, money, credit So much of it now we burn it up or shred it Spend it in the strip club or may then we bet it Top of the game now I wonder where we headed [Verse 2:] [N.O.R.E] This is New York, guerilla rhymes Stop signs, killer crimes Old niggas reminisce, dream bout the benefits Talk about they day when they was doin they shit Hand to hand fights all day we just spray shit Nowadays they do a crime on Vine Record they own self, evidence for one-time The reason you got caught with your work Because you was on Instagram with the same damn shirt I don’t like niggas checking ma phone I got dick pics that I send to dick chicks Chicks drink cum like a mystic Exquisite I ain’t going trip shit I just rip shit Stripper bowl, tip shit I used to have a chick named Monica All she wanted do is run drills with Veronica Always had something in her mouth, thermometer Fuck it, a 100 miles per hour [Verse 3:] [Capone] I been one to have these new niggas under my left arm Flow game weak like they balls is stepped on Duffle gang niggas get hogtied Paper never passing me by like the far side You can either get a soft 9 or a hard 5 Play your cards right you be like Diamond, those large piles Ball for ball, I’m a prison dawg you a halfway house Pump with the smoking nigga pull an ashtray out Since 96 been a bull in the game like [?] They fighting in the lab im in the streets with 9 bricks Still puttin in work all I need is a hard hat I’m flying in a new G5 on the tarmac Every time you see me in the street know I’m walking with the heat I ain't talking Lebrons on my feet Fucking with made men, there’s dons on the beat Give me whatever promise and be gone in a week [Verse 4:] [Cormega] I’m rising up the in line With rhyming but Lining up the father of rhyme Punk if you try to front I give em some bullshit I’m talking the years Michael one Numbers don’t lie it’s clear I’m not the one Peep the structure I’m built different I bought a house So field niggas can chill in it My realism is rare If you don’t feel me deal with it I’m so focused on winning I don’t know what failure is Not acceptable I acknowledge the big picture My arts impeccable even my arms immeasurable Dope schemes, short range, ply for revenue Dollars reign supreme don’t bow to ineptitude I’m a very lyrical unique individual Livin’ free ever since I cut the beat’s umbilical Visual, but niggas can't see me I’ve been the truth, no lie Killin cause i’m playing by different rules [Outro:] Yo NORE should I hold back cause Some of these suckas in the crowd wanna hear We got gas to get that strip, moving a fast lip Before rap my name was ringing in the projects [Repeat]