Yo... I'm one of the chosen few who could dispose of you

And anybody else who think they flowin' too

Here's your last chance, brothers best to show and prove

Why y'all in the vocal booth, but your flow is mute?

Ain't no excuse; lot of **** thinkin' they cute

Drippin' they S-Curl juice on their gators and suits

Ain't it the truth? Lot of cats gay and it's proof

Platinum rainbows and jewels on the necks of their crews

I'm bad news like Obituary sections

The rhymes I write describe the loss of a life the previous night

At an open mic or any type of venue

There ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', cause of what I've been through

As I begin to attract the attention of fans

Will I be able to withstand the supply and demand?

Can I expand? Turn mics in my hands to grands?

If you really ask me, dog? I think I can

Yo, we liven it up, for the world to understand it

We do it for the fans that's all across the planet

Kenn Starr, Oddisee, Phonte's the answer

No question – y'all take your chances

Yo, we liven it up, for the world to understand it

We do it for the fans that's all across the planet

Kenn Starr, Oddisee, Phonte's the answer

No question – y'all take your chances

You can hear a snare crackin' for miles, and

Tay's in full effect, he's laughin' and browsin'

Over these wannabe cats yappin' their mouths, and

Spittin' all these "Rerun" ass rhymes

Like we on some What's Happening Now!! shit ("Hey!")

Go get the MP3s, start extractin' the files

Mulatto slave flow, Tay's back in the house

Just tryin' to see what y'all rappin' about

So quit practicin' now

Ninth inning, he's battin' a thousand

Put a mic in my hand and I'ma damage a crowd, man

With technique and above-average style, man

My raps speak to all you savages now, man

The time is right here, so let's get it

I'll be glad to proofread your rhymes, if you want to step with us

Serve your whole team with a run-on death sentence

You can't adopt this style, 'cause I ain't tryin' to give it–up

And fuckin' with Tay ain't in your best interest

People in the U.S. – just rock with us

Cats overseas – just rock with us

People worldwide – come on rock with us

Come on, rock with us – just rock with us

Kenn Starr is back off of hiatus

Y'all been warned, so back off us; why haters

Be actin' like they strapped and packin'

Gats, when they not tough, they "Tough actin'" like Tinactin

Give me applause, I spit classic

Give me a broad with a thick accent

Skinny and tall, or a big fat chick

Plenty of y'all siccin' to your dog

If she give me the drawers, I'm leavin' the chick back bent

The fact is, if you choose to oppose

End up with a fat lip and a bruise on your nose

That's hot – give up now, my crew's in control

If not – get shut down, like schools when it snows

Get got for your shoes and your coat

Bogart, I go hard like nipples on boobs when it's cold

And show y'all how simple the mood and the flow

Can determine whether you earnin' or losin' your dough

Make moves on the low

People in the U.S. – just rock with us

Cats overseas – just rock with us

People worldwide – come on rock with us

Come on, rock with us – just rock with us