Kill Sound (feat. Cool Nutz & Jumbo The Garbage Man)

Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad boy don't get out of- Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order One of baddest in the town that ever did it I was accused of being wack but was acquitted Never let me hear you say a fella ain't committed (Been at it) at it since the '80s, young man, don't forget it Winning lotto ticket got me living the dream All you other rappers trying out for the team (team) Wanna make your money on some Instagram scheme You're too selfie-ish, know what I mean? Hey, I'm old school as fuck But whatever, call it luck Been around the world with music, boy, look it up The scene, I shook it up like a Polaroid picture Young spitter, you're light, I'm a fixture First cat to mix a live band with rappin' Crystal Ballroom, a thousand fans packed in Only thing I'm asking is you say my name (say my name) When you're running down the list of cats who changed the game Hey, uh-huh, yes I feel you, man As we turn the pages of hip-hop, 503 history Let me tell you something, man Tell him, probably the dopest that ever decided to do it as a DJ Drunk and keep the dance floor jumpin', I make that look easy Mesmerizing the masses, I move the crowd like it's magic Long Island, Bourbon and Jack, would add fuel to the way I rap I'll tell you another fact, me, and Pete, we done been all that And suckers they wanna beef, I devour and eat all that And still this very day, me, I kill it without a skillet And, oh, what a feeling being the illest, still DJ Chillin' I mean, I'm stuck in my ways, addicted to getting paid I ain't nothing but a boss that lives exactly how I say Youngsters say I'm lit, the real know I ain't no counterfeit And if you speak the name of DJ Chill, put respect on it Uh, Montana in the winter time Came to the table with a sicker grind I was so northeast when I pushed the line Uh, and it's flu game Jordans when they're on the pine Uh-uh, rap check and commas gotta ring to it And a boss know he got 'em when they're singing to it Yo, the passport stamps let the ink dry And success got a way to make a hater cry Come on, it's London in the spring to a packed house Apply a little pressure, make 'em tap out This respect been earned, never paid for And it hit a little different on a paid tour (paid tour) We the green room legends that they talk about (they talk about) And it's legendary moments we can rap about (yes) Been the subject of the chatter with a proven rep And we decades in and won't lose a step Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad boy don't get out of- Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad-bad boy don't get out of order Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad boy don't get out of- Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order I burst the local bubble, shootin' shots from the logo While you're lookin' at my life through the oculus in slo-mo I never settled, never talk to the po-po' La Luna to Live Nation to Constantinople Mr. I Saw Tomorrow pushed the envelope to global (yeah) No days off 'til social injustice is no more King Solomon in the savant The one and only Northeast triple O.G. with VVS cojones From the curb to iconic freestyle Quannum phonics Phantom of the gospel, loopin' the hypnotic "For the culture," say Confucius Same body, Mansa Musa With slap-o-nomics for revolution I self, master publishin' recoupin' Think offbeat and backwards like you're the third Lupin You dead ringers coonin'? Here's your best solution Count on five fingers and pay us restitution Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad boy don't get out of- Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad-bad boy don't get out of order Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad boy don't get out of- Kill sound Bad boy don't get out of order Bad boy don't get out of- Kill sound