I don't need no introduction
No adlibbing my name, 100 times for nothin'
You already know
It's K. Dot, city of Compton
Analogy is like Biggie and Bed Stuy, Oakland and 2Pac
I'm more focused, see I'm nothin' like you new guys
Y'all struggling over a few lines
Thinkin' you hot 'cuz your homie said it was a few times
Which is too many times, they lyin' to you
They tellin' a lie
The only time I lie in the booth is when I sleep in it
Record 24 hours, these n***as better get their bars up
See I bench press this rap stuff, got it locked like handcuffs
I throw away the keys, see my cool is on, she love my AC
Juice is on, and I wish one of them try to rob me
We shoot, and have them laying between your sheets with the Isley's
We push the coupe like a high speed
The helicopters come and realize that nothing behind is behind me your honor
I fuck over these beats with no condom, this ain't rap, it's really a porno re-winded back
Finally the finest of 'em all is back to define the laws of rap
Y'all don't obey, y'all ain't nice
Y'all just okay, you're nothing more than a little John phrase
I'm Mike Jordan in his prime, modern day Issac Hayes
Theme song to Shaft, equivalent to the theme song of your career
Follow my craft, you ignorant?
I do it without a pen and pad, just inspiration, something you never had
My pockets is something you trying to grab, see, I pull out the rocket and peel you back like scab
You old news, you old dudes, get out my way
Let the young boy come through, don't mention my age
I'm on a mission for pay, and you astronaut n***as just crowing my space