Check the original, y'all niggas digital, the pyroclastic flow, it's insane Motherfuckers love me, young ass niggas, they wanna thug for me Wish I was their godfather, sell drugs for me But all they can do is tap cuz for me Look homie, you can be my crony If you figure how to get a check, I'll assume Oh lord, oh lord, thought I was preaching to the choir When I'm in this pulpit, I might catch on fire Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter? Handful of ass, why should I retire? This *** I spit might inspire the Messiah To throw these lies in a lake full of fire Ain't nothin' fired in my fuckin' rims and my ties And the world should've wise, you better fuckin' recognize That I've been on the block since bitches did the raps Boyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks Nigga taught Tupac how to keep it gangsta I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger Who came before me? Melly Mel, Ice-T, King T, KRS, and the homie Chuck D P-E-***-C, nigga, know your history If Q ain't top three, then use a bitch to me Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy As the young nigga that invented E-Z-E, West Coast Picks Yeah, that's all me, we're too short In the D-R-E, we made it too hard Check our family tree, see you try to make a snapple Out of all them bad apples, nigga, enough Leave you baffled and caffled and Runnin' through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle I'm an *** with Tabasco, you're the last So I would ask for if I had to leave Moe House And walked into a hoe house The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out It's all for my nigga, Big Herc, when I show out Picture this in the frame, get toe out When I wanna go out, red carpets get broke out There's a lot of you, there's only one of me They are not confused by the wannabe There's a lot of you, there's only one of me They are not confused by the wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copyright Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copyright So what, you from the gutter We all had to struggle if you got a black mother We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers Motherfuckers always claim to be the hardest But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest I'm an artist that'll paint your rigor mortis You silly rabbit, nigga, here come the tortoise Fast is smooth, and smooth is slow And that's how you get it 20 years in a row And that's how you get 20 years in a hole Pretend that your ass ain't got no soul *** that cold ass white man still Cat pills run like a oil spill Big drills, found him in the landfill You got 30 years, but you my man still *** them tears, Tony Montana Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta This ain't a banana, nigga, this is Alabama You fell in your coffin when the judge dropped the hammer, nigga There's a lot of yous, there's only one of me They are not confused by the wannabees There's a lot of yous, there's only one of me They are not confused by the wannabees Original, original, original, original Original, original, original He the copyright Original, original, original, original Original, original, original He the copyright