The Purge

(Work hard!)
Yeah

Uh, it's amazing what I do on a verse
Either dropping knowledge or sending niggas to the hearse
I see your niggas coming close 'cause they're looking for dirt
What's a brother to do? I join them in the search
Dude asked me, "Do you want to battle Blaqbonez?"
I told him, "I didn't come to battle, but on a real God knows"
If it's on, it's on, I ain't raising no dust
Lyrically obliterate every fucking rapper on your roster

That night on the show was really eventful
You told me I don't count 'cause I'm not successful?
Let's break it down, how successful are you?
Either you're playing dumb or your niggas don't tell you the truth
'Cause ten years before you got an almost hit
I'm two years in, already on one of those seats
Dealing with brands, making corporate money
We talk sound, nigga, we didn't come to play dummy

Plus your guys are egomaniacs
Who won't let you shine without slotting their sorry asses
Only you was popping, they dropped the LAMB project
They became the topic, chook you for back pocket
Check am well-well
Why was it when you dropped BRIA that A-Q chose to respond to Fresh L?
Okay, check this point of view
Have you ever seen Top Dawg command Kendrick to leave an interview?

But it happened to you before our very own eyes
Be honest with yourself my nigga, bury those lies
It's over, believe me, the scrolls have been written
You've been praying to God and Jehovah's been listening
But it's obvious he won't answer, even Cobhams has seen it
Watch me whip like the guy who counts the votes at the senate

When I reign, it pours, see how the whole cloud shifted
Dope on the track like Marion Jones at Olympics
The roles have been scripted, see the woes I inflicted
I'll bag dad like Iraq, if your old man's vindictive
Now who will do the honours
Of getting you off the hook like Wale did to Tiara Thomas
'Cause I mean it's clear to see, boy you're inheriting enemies
With that repetitive strategy peddling negative energy

My pen game too elite for all you merry men
Let it not be some average rappers that'd be stepping in
Let it not be a pussy, I swear I'm not a gentleman
But let it be Poe, let it be Tec, Ghost in his element
Give it up for the Pan-African, man handling bars
Pants sagging, on the microphone, I be peddling crack
Hennessy here, but tonight I'm sipping water, I'm good
Plus my girl thicker than cold peanut butter

Look, wake everybody up, no sleeping
Passionate about the culture, we the last of the Mohicans
Don't be surprised if you ever see a ghost creeping
I reached a breaking point, Tom Clancy, Ghost Recon
Bar for bar homie, no tweeting
You know the strong stay quiet while the weaklings do the most speaking
I know peace is what the bro preaching
But you're a dead man walking, best believe it that's your soul speaking

I like my victims in groups, I'm taking each rapper
Yeah, we don't pay to rap on beats, but we beat rappers
If you see the beast, the prey isn't far
Aye yo, M, please get these underage drinkers out the bar
I see Blaq talking loose and Loose said he can't be cooked
Q singing off beat like he Sam Cooke
What? I'll go to war with the stars like I'm Darth Vader
Forget my pen game, I'm coming with a sharp razor

This is my true colour, can't be faded
I smoke a lot, gambling with my health like a clinic out in Vegas
I'm old school you know antiquated
That's how it be when you grew around them shattas and you gang related
You better duck when them shells ringing
Now, this a Heist, more like Vector is the prof, and I'm Helsinki
The hangman, I'm never losing the noose
I'm sending caskets, y'all looking good in funeral suits

Oh yeah, be careful what you choosing to booze
You'll get hung from that bridge building bent over
Suffering from a hangover
Whoever's hurt, I don't pray for your healing
A mercenary, you know I got paid to do the killing, it's done

Uh, this is the tale of a fool
Who's thinking how to make a name
So he picks two letters then adopted King James
And made it a good set up from a basketballer's name

But how do you go from LeBron to becoming a chairman? This is insane
Am I the only one seeing this shit is backwards?
The whole thing is hard to grab, I swear this shit is cactus
And I ain't even going hard yet, this here is practice
You want to talk about the money, put a suit on a dummy and
Real gees will still see that shit is backwards

Your dumb fans are dumb sha
Now watch two bars connect the chain reacting like Nunchuks
To show your dumb fans are dumb sha
I mean their chairman is panicking pushing buttons
Like a rookie playing video games, he's thinking it's fun sha
Until the men show you why the men na men
No open letters, make I warm sha

Henny upgrades you, doubled up, grade two
Now you bite the fingers that fed you, you ungrateful
I gave names benefits, Barry Lane's, Vader too
You claim you had a budget that only favors your crew
African rapper number one, my ass, boy the flavour left
I don't care if you respect me, just don't you play yourself
You made a cypher but my name started trending
I retweeted and your claim started bending

Forget the hard talk, everybody knows you soft
For you, you think it's boxing, for me, I'm playing football
And how are you a beast when you're the size of a chihuahua
I'm King Kong in the city, ema ri wa teba wawa
You told me to drop a joint, what's the point?

If I cut my legs off you still wouldn't reach the point where my head is
Lyricist on the roll multiple times on my Headies
I don't hate Alté music people, boy their shit is heavy
Your cypher art work had your soldiers in a blur
My life is hard work, yeah my soldiers is my blood
Them dey baff up for videos and e dey look nice (níbò)
I pray say na the same thing when we see am for real life

Rumour has it, you're a snake with a few rats
We wrapping all around your heads, shege durag
Was in New York rapping where Kahli Abdu at
And Ice left you and became a cool cat
You say you want the job at Henny, boy where your contract?
They must have dropped the crap like your dumb raps
You rep another but you still take Henny shots
You're desperate, taking any shots
Sit down!