The Man (feat. Exile)

With the mega blast these ****, what the fuck

Yo, Superman, the elephant man

The invisible marshmallow, abdomin-able man

Got one thing in common, they can't stop the man

(Ladies and gentleman, here is the man)

Now I'm sad though

I'm like the OG, original man

Molded from sand and sea, with all power in hand

Only one was discovered on each continent

That's seven original men, and I'm one of them

You told a Batman, black Spiderman, the black Ironman

Ironman, black man, African, uh

American, look there and there I am

Put there to wear the brand, good hair and Spandex pants

Uh, the cape came with a job

The job is not a 9 to 5, it don't stop

'Round the clock, work 365, 24/7

Fourteen-hundred minutes, eighty-six-thousand seconds

And you still fall short to the record

The record never ended, it kept spinning consecutive

Back to back, title track, Tyrannosaurus rival

Match Brontosaurus sparkin' a rock

On top tall buildings, cake up, fill your rocks

Still the building blocks, build blocks

Blocks build buildings and buildings get crushed to rock

Well, we rock the third rock you stop

And midair, and we just slept 'em (Here is the man)

Rappers is comedy where the good guys die

You rappers no harmony, let's see if emcees fly

E equals, no equal emcees, spell must cry

For how blind you really are, now poke yourself in the eye

In my mind I sign my soul, you will find a rhyme that goes

You are bound by the pitiful, I crown the sky with city flows

Go back to your castle and wax it

Fake kings get slapped quick, bitch

By this notch while classic cracks it

Real blood, now catch your packet

My rancid antics spit fire at your ratchet asses

And then I smash ya glasses

Which part of fuck off and die, don't you understand, you bastards

I have you walkin' away from the clip, backwards

You crack up laughin', like look, he looks like smashed tarantulas

And I stomp through your garden of Eden

When you wasn't even breathin'

You mistreated like a kid who passed out trick or treatin'

You Ethiopian flow, bro, you ain't even eatin'

With flies all around your belly

How you don't jell well with your jelly

Bruh, you ain't even ready, why you even speakin' to me

Speak again, you breathin' funny

Blu and Exile get the money

Knock's killers fucking dummy

I teach the truth to the youth

I say hey youth, here's the truth, better keep it strapped up

I mean, I don't give a horse piss, pig flying fuck

So fuck you, and your moms, and go home to get these nuts

Your daddy, he know what's up

I'll fuck 'em up, two with a two piece

The piece two and show 'em what a beast do

Turn a shit to beef stew, potatoes and all I hate

Bustin' open castle wall, no draggin' it on

I'll go for the brawl

A lot of y'all sucker fuckers want me to fall

Off my chrome, but bitch, I'm in my zone

Better leave me the fuck alone

'Fore I get your ass gone

From that one phone call

Ladies and gentleman, here is the man

I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the motherfuckin' man

Hey, I'm the man

I'm the man

I'm the man, this motherfucker, I am

I'm the man, this motherfucker, I am

I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man in this motherfucker, I am

Ladies and gentleman