You Know My Style

I'm hitting like David Banner swinging Thor's hammer

she like 'em rich, i jump out bamma still bag her

still savage silk fabrics young shaq with the magic

illmatic peel your cabbage turn the story real tragic

on my m. night shyamalan the legend of the octagon

i'm locked on, now they can't eat like it's ramadan

been through the fire with chaka khan

i wrote this on a hot block with men down

pinned down and choppers drawn

dudes suck, who what? you do what?

how i'm cooking on the go, i could sell it on a food truck

taking 'em to class like i'm driving a school bus

you think i brought the crib upstairs the way i'm moving up

junkies shoot it up, this is brain numbing

hip-hop was in a dry spell here's the heavy rain coming

big game hunting i'm praying somebody say something

if i had to do it again i wouldn't change nothing

 

I go to Bat like I'm speaking on a Michael Keaton type beat

And have 'em Sniffing Tears like Driver's Seat why compete?

I defeat minor league rhymers leave 'em nice and neat

in the whitest sheets now they lie asleep

Rivalries is short-lived like dwarfs is,

I take that line back, they couldn't get it off the track with forklifts

(Back up) stay back, let Shay lace that

We caught a deal in '23 without a face tat

Comin out hard like I pulled the Mike Trout card

They come for dap, I leave 'em hanging like Steph Curry's mouthguard

Your music ain't hard to find it's hard to care about

I fuck with Tatum but for this shit I got zero doubt

Air 'em out, you get no clicks when you post shit

I'm stoic as Nikola Jokic but explosive

Like DCU put me under the Gunn

and I'll lift spirits like cars in Action Comics #1

 

You don't want smoke on this mic like

smokin' joe frazier

the youth in asia know my bars

are deadly just like euthanasia

gorilla nems, i got stupid flava, yup

Riker's Island made a doja go and boof a razor

put your career in a box, get your suit and blazer

shoot the place up, catch you outside then we boot your face up

it's the mayor and you still can't fuck with me

it's that nems-czar with the gem star buck 50

joked my way into this game showed you the loopholes

every day i'm scoring new winds reaching new goals

i don't wanna be friends, let's talk cash first

blast herbs, gave her back shots til her ass burst

(gunther) when i die, i'll ride through coney in a glass hearse

and i only wear my own shit, fuck your trash merch

czarface crack your motherfucking head open

ziggy-czarface crack your ...