Alright, no more funny games You, you set the standard for the future generation Look, slum village with the feeling, get a beat, I betcha I'ma kill it You ain't ready for the realest, how I suck a rapper to the ceiling Look, my flow is sick as hell, had to bail my baby out of jail I'm doing me and I do it well, you think I'm white, cool you to tell All you hype boys silly, you a square like Piccadilly I do not care how you feeling, I thought you knew I'm a villain I don't like it when these jokers looking at me sideways on the highway Cause you know I'm about to do it my way, till the misfits blow Pompeii J, you driving it the wrong way, I do not see what you're seeing Lately I feel European, salmon, I'm swimming upstream Look, I don't know about you without, you know I'm coming for the crown Drop an album, kids wanna party, get the **** out my house Sisters hitting hills, how are you allowed? I cut the music, it was loud You don't deserve my respect, when I talk to Kendrick, man, I sit on the ground Just to get a little reference, so we have no confusion My flow, color, duty, prestige, seeing through your illusions The Illuminati's real, that's the deal, write a book so I can prove it All you rappers just a nuisance, it's always been more than the music Now they looking at my new fit, rocket control on the floor of a Louis V store And I'm sorry I'm stupid, right in the metro we booming All the misfits come together in a Tesla and we zooming You don't love your boss when he's little, until you look like him Exactly so, I told you, that's exactly what I told you You're supposed to, that's what I always say to you All the comedians, they go to these different spots You gotta be able to see it, that's what I'm saying That's when you got the ego, that's what I'm saying Yo, can I play you something? Yo, can I play you something? Yo, Flaco, Flaco, let me play you something Yeah, ooh, this one for all of my renegades Playing B, sipping lemonade Skrrt on the beat like a centipede, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah Squad from, but it's heavenly White ***, I got a remedy Blow up, make a couple enemies Sideline with a felony On the move like a melody I don't care what you're telling me I don't do nothing, who gave you? Tell, tell you we amazing I'ma be there if you pay me Dead pieces, shh, I'ma roll flush Misfits in the building, you should know What's up, what's up, what's up, you call me on the phone So don't you blow me up, yeah Yeah, uh, whole squad going, uh, yeah Breaking news, there is a band of renegade teenagers In North Los Angeles, Calabasas area Throwing paints, art pieces, blasting their new albums There's been a triple homicide by a man named Sire So... You think you can save rap music?