You definitely better respect me

Before I check the pressure per square inch you face can withstand directly

Beats so nice they spoil me, true loyalty

I flip a sample so sick, I'm never paying royalties

I demand to be held high like big salary

Don't ride my dick, you'll get burnt like one calorie

I can hold my own, and I'm soon to be known

From the biggest city, down to where the wild cattle roam

Low budget? This is no budget, I'm broker then broke

So dirty, cheap, and raw has you chokin' the smoke

Inhale and exhale, electrifyingly real

My microphone is handcrafted from a live third rail

I excel, fall off? You might as well, you bite as well

That'll send you right to hell

Benefit prevail, about time it's done

And I blaze so hot I outshine the sun

Continuous, so how do you plan to stop this?

You can't even come close to me like Loch Ness

Topless, no bottom, no sides, no space

That's how I kill emcees and leave no trace

Go ahead and try to find evidence

But Benefit's ghost like dead presidents

You're finished, why'd you step, huh? With bad luck too

Looks like you gamble real high in a game of 'Fuck You'

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

No questions (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

All reality (scratching), Supreme (scratching)

I'm broke in money, but I'm rich in beats

And I ain't jokin' funny off the Coke and rum

Got your bitch in heat

An emcee wanted to be like me, I saw

I dragged his ass in gravel and said "Now you're raw"

Explain to me, it's obviously plain to see

The industry supports awfully lame MC's

Time to change this, rearrange the games list

Realize The Game's Best often remain nameless

Beware of what Benny brings, he's aware of everything

'Till death do us', Hip-Hop wears my wedding ring

I'm above every emcee like Yankee's caps

You're learnin' how to rhyme? Better thank these raps

But don't call it that, call it Hip-Hop cause it is

I got you shaking like those epileptic kids

My thoughts move at a rate called, "Ill-Speed"

If deejay's try to scratch this, their fingers will bleed

I try to play the hand that goodwill dealt me

I cut a kid's head off, his body still felt me

I knew cause the body did a windmill completely

The blood spillin' out his neck was writin' in graffiti

I try to help them seize out, they just won't listen

Just a little criticism causes critical condition

You know what's incredibly painful? Submission

Don't sell your integrity, you'll get no commission

You faded away, step down, you had one turn

Come too close to me, catch a wicked sunburn

I'll pay no attention to a payroll mention

Your doin' push-ups, I'm in the gym bench pressin'

That means I'm real deal, and you're petty shit

Fake mafia emcee's spittin' spaghetti shit

Using Gotti's name in vain, and Gambino's the same

Time to tame the lame, damn, quit makin' a claim

Fuck the fame, when I spit, I spit propane

My words burn emcee's in infernal flame

Eternal same, these rap acts dressin' alike

It's baptism and communion when I'm blessin' the mic

Have no real skill, but time will tell

If your gimmick catches on, then your rhyme will sell

Undeniably ill, but broke as hell

Just then the latest emcee joke just fell

Place me on top, record labels pray I won't drop

Cause their emcee's will quit, and the profits will stop

I can see you, but I can't feel you, like a mirage

I'll battle every sing person in your entourage

Catch a slap to the face, gun clap in the waist

Just a rappin' disgrace, another rat in the race

Wack emcee's get the dick, and they'll fall off quick

What's Benefit like? (Umm, he's sick)