LEFTOVERS

I've been king long as you've been a rookie for ain't like I'm playing chess

But they had best believe I'm the one to whom they should make the check

Don't play with death

Her family owe her favors, you get laid to rest

But they had slept for so damn long, I'd hate to wake them yet

Just take a sec - Wait, yawn, stretch

It's painful to crank your neck

Your cadence hits

Only when it's EQ'd, delayed, compressed

The way I stress my phrasing and penmanship

Tend to make 'em stress

I keep perfecting the secret recipe, ain't no flavors left

Became the favorite chef

Used to blatantly imitate the best

I've taken major steps towards greatness, intimidate the rest

Ain't no patience left for no dead weight that just wait for death

This ain't a rip, I'm paying respect, so give Jermaine my best

I've seen the way you flinch when you stay, claiming you ain't impressed

You say you cooking up, you hooking up, just came and went

I shatter backboards like Shaq, you're barely able to scrape the net

So stay on the bench til the game ends, or we up 80-10

I made a list of GOATS I could slaughter

Feel like a Satanist

You're saying less the more that you wrote

We call that flavor text

I make them wince, the sword out the stone

Pressing the blade to flesh, but save your breath,

You'll probably live on the Occam's razor edge

I'm breaking bread with any enemy willing to make amends

While lately they pretend, remaining friends, what they afraid of less

I've heard your verse, you just lie in it, I guess you made your bed

Your greatest hits are barely a sideshow to the main event

I hate defending my place in this game as if I ain't a vet

My jaw dropped hearing pops pop off on a tape cassette

So place your bets

Will they contest whether I'll make the data set?

But saying Jay the best the same as blaming Kane for Abel's death

Yes