Title Track

[Verse 1] I'm the best in the borough, I'm the best in the city I'm the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes Don't question the ape, throw the sket at your face Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place Oh, you a E head, oh, you a weed head I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads Fuck a rhyme though I'm back on my grind mode Me and my connect keeping it kosher like Shyne Po How that nine go? Where your guns at? Faking moves, 80's fool, he a lunch pack This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter The educated rapper, the African Godfather Just shoot and spray, Ruck boomaye Mandingo warrior from the Alajuela Y'all niggas know the flow is weak and Your bitch suck dick for show tickets [Verse 2] Yo, you a battle rapper You be rapping in battles I shoot the shit up, duke, it's a wrap for the battle Niggas yapping they tattle It's a wrap when I catch you Chrome to your iPhone, duke get clapped at your Apple I'm God's favorite I'm flagrant, arms facing I'm breaking your arms while niggas raping your moms naked P forever, I'm better, the wordsmith Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick Smack a nigga on sight, B Adidas track suit with Nikes Mean mugging who? Your jeans colorful Rainbow Brite, good night, I can't fuck with you You a lame, homie, do ya thing, homie Put your head between your legs and do your thing, homie Literally, y'all niggas is bitch boys The last LP -- I quit, boy