Judas - The Alchemist, Westside Gunn, Conway

«Take a walk»

«I gotta change the rear»

«I said fuck off!»

Ayo

Ayo

Fuck these niggas yo

Ayo

Three shots left his stomach out

Dome-ass nigga, these ain’t coming out

Niggas tying rope around your fam yo

With shooters so high the nigga won’t land yo

Wrist a hundred grand yo

All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh

Whipped the work, so incredible

Fiend got the pack bit it open like its edible Lord

SB skater on a hater

Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker

Don’t get embarrassed by the merits

Murals of Paris, I ain’t never been to Paris

Murals of Phoenix, I ain’t never been to Phoenix

Tom Ford suits of Bobby «The Brain"Heenan

Boston crab, the whole slab

Before I go broke, I’ll get the mac and the mask

Over the baby crib, my nigga where the stash at

My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch

This margiela on Mad Max

Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat

Niggas doubted, now they pay homage

New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college

Ayo, do the knowledge

Ayo, peace to Knxwledge

You niggas garbage

Fuck y’all niggas yo

Fenway monster shit for me and my conglomerates

I heard a lot of niggas spot, but nobody that’s dominant

Nobody that’s consistent and that’s obvious

The music speak for itself, and plus I got murals in other continents

Most of these rap niggas living in they momma’s shit

They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke

I blic until you lose consciousness

A high school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate

Degree, I’m what’s popping bitch you opposite to me

2016 nobody dropping hotter shit than me

You see I dotted my «i"'s and now I got it to a tee

My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free

Like, fuck the bag they don’t need it

They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic

Hit in my head and walked the 'spital, please believe it

Like three days later, now they’re comparing me to Jesus

I walked on water, nigga I made the blind see

Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me

Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, nigga

You should find those in the bible

I don’t think no rapper can fuck with me

Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me

Rap shit, street shit, come and see what’s up with me

Filled with brown sticks just to air out your fuckery