Ya'll Know Who

I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial

I'm better, but some don't believe me though

But I'm a proven hot

Here we go, Ock, watch my material knock

Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box

Down low, covert ops, you feel me or not?

Throw your mitts up, we about to thicken the plot

My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist

Laid back, how it come off, it seems effortless

I'm acknickulous, like I'm EST

Flow excellent, my movement the next testament

Rhinoceros in the rap safari

Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party

I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be

Back to do it to death till you're tired of me

Now who the number one best?

The never pop nothing that sound like the rest

Come on, you know I am him

Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women

Green trees and white linen

The Black Thought was a monster from the beginning

Riq spit venom, raw core shit I'm pinning

It's my time and it's long overdue

Now who's coming through? Y'all know who

Word up, Black Th-idought, code name Anwar el-Sadat

Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks

From rollerblading on thin ice like it's a rink

Picklehead cats that join, they don't think

What? You're not sleeping, that's a long-ass blink money

Your little chicken thick, but her breath stink

Nothing y'all spitting is interesting

You're not Black Thought, nor the next best thing

Just plug bullshit, start a kid thuggish

Go ahead, get your thing off, son, I just love it

It manifests a style thou shall not covet

And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it

Who the stepping razor, like Peter Tosh

Man, I speak soft, my thoughts is Molotov

You cut like that, then fuck it, we all can toss

And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss?

It's the boy, it's M-illitant, it's Dice Raw

Its Big Spawn, sis, go out, my quick draw

We heavyweight, blowing 'em out the picture

For real, for real

Who coming to get y'all? It's the

Stepped into the spot, the venue is empty

Five minutes later, the crowd was in a frenzy

Packed up to the maximum occupancy

Give me the mic, I got a Jones like Quincy

Break down the barriers, don't try to fence me

Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me

Peeping, brothers on stage ten deep and

Twenty-four out the 18 wheeler, leaping

Duck season, Thought bust the heat seeking

Missile make y'all feel this and keep leaking

Bang this in the hoods like stolen goods, keep reaching

New sound wave, the street sweeping

I walk upon water like Run DM

Cash Money maintaining the cut, come see him

It's our time and it's long overdue

Who's coming through? (Y'all know who)