Amistad de Polakan

Yo it's the rap Scott Disick
Come through the fuckin' block with some hot lizards
Blowin' loud in the blizzard
Put 6 digits on the Wizards, shit, just don't tell my misses
Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove
Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub
Floor to the closet
Real sex on the Panasonic
I'm gettin' head in the pool, bitch
Bitch, I'm just better than you
Yeah, around the world like 4 times
All because a mothafucka spit raw rhymes
Yeah, more lines, more lines
Shit, feed 'em more lines and more lines
I won't dumb it down for morons
It's like shootin' big game with a small 9

The bottom line of sellin' these pebbles
Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils
The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are
You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels
I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vials of crack
Every syllable and vowel is a fact, I throw stacks
The chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime
She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is back, she solid
The Desert Eagle here to better the people
Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal
I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe
That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle
You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe
I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro
Impeccable ear, I take Braille, make it Morse Code
Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the Porsche go

And you say New York City
My cheapest t-shirts cost me
Listen for me, the call of the wild is "Go Philly!"
It's shorties in the front row flashin' both titties
The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty
That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy
I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty
In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him
Riq Geez for mayor, a franchise player
Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah
The highway is when it's my way
Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah
This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos
Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus
Defeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a seance
It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya
I plan to keep a band like Fela
Until when my career's over like A.I
It's me and the Muhammads, Ali's, bay'ah
That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I
Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos
Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos
Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow
But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows
I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed
Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents
My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh
Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja
Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage
But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh
I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas
Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad
I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass
Go right the fuck up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist
Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished
The imperial Black Thought from The Foreign Objects
I created a movement not just related to music
They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union
All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed
They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league
Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium
Makin' my associates act so inappropriate
I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet
Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" shit
Ayo the, the, the boss is back
Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black
I tried to tell you mothafuckas on Respond/React
I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact
Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas
I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine
Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired
At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire, nigga