| Unorthodox hip-hop minister |
| Dissing those who pose with beef that’s petty |
| Unorthodox hip-hop minister |
| I’m paying my dues to this game, word to mother |
| Unorthodox hip-hop minister |
| Everything we mix is a classic |
| Unorthodox hip-hop minister |
| Your shit sound plastic |
| No matter what I say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it |
| You reject the words of the minister |
| Played the state country to country |
| The official Tee Production, beatriders |
| I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me over |
| Come and he takes for dog you lost |
| And so the next time, when you’re wishing for my downfall |
| I’mma come back to drown y’all |
| From radioshows with high rates, to mixtapes |
| To pay fightfully earned for none of my craze, to high stakes |
| Cause I put 14 years in it finally pressing vinyl beat so we can spin it |
| NYC we all in it, I knew it had to pay off, hard work is what it may cause |
| I never took a pause always wanted to build |
| Long nights behind boards was filled, and faders killed |
| And pushed on a beg, on a twelve ten sted, serving 33 MCs off the head |
| Create beats to travels the globe and blows |
| Hosted by MCs that leave bloodstains on your clothes |
| Norfolks! Gettin' internat', props who stands, people act funny over cash |
| Don’t make me laugh still waiting for my downfall |
| Keep lookin at me I’mma spray some lights off in your album |