[Intro]
Today's game
The Miami Heat
Versus
Your New York Knicks
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
NBA leathers on NBC (Uh-huh)
Bakalava, the motherfuckin' MVP of the league (It's me, it's me)
I lead the league in talkin' about the same German machine (That same shit)
Fifteen years earnin' its keep (M5)
Revenge is sweet
For now, I'll turn the other cheek, ho
I'll push the ball across the line and take off from the free-throw (Take off baby)
Splash, you get a mouth full of seafoam (Splashed)
It's not my fault that I've been blessed with the cheat code (It's not my fault)
Salon-quality hair and a voice like Meat Loaf (Beautiful fuckin' voice)
I do breeze from the speedboat, disappear into the sun just like Eagle (Oh)
Some fiends like the pipe, some like the needle
I happen to love Jimi (I love Jimi), but some like the Beatles (I love him)
And you can tell from my demeanor, I'm a good dancer (Yup)
And the glass is filled with Christian Tschida (Yup)
I learned to fuck to songs written by Missy Misdemeanor (Yup)
In every life I've known, believe I've been a mystic creature (Yup)
You'll never catch me in Evisu (Never, motherfucker)
Pass me the soccer ball, I'm like Zizou
Baklava, bitch, bisou (Bisou, bisou)
I cruise around Queens on the Sea-Doo
Lookin' like RoboCop the reboot (Uh)
'97 X-Men t-shirt (Uh)
I'll be in that Jeep Grand Cherokee 'til I see the dirt (Uh)
I know my flesh gone, but my soul never leaves the turf (Uh)
Say, "Baklava," three times in the mirror to release the curse (Baklava, Baklava, Baklava)
[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
Uh, I get emotional when the painting's finished (Damn)
Rap game's a madhouse, it's a crazy business (Bunch of weirdos)
I emerge from the shadows, you see a shady image (Yeah)
450 Benz, Mercedes vintage
The hard shell top, you gotta detach by hand, pass my pan (Give me the sauce pan)
Like granny's cooking, I made everything from scratch by hand (All of it)
It's sizzlin' hot, you play the block, you might get snatched by van (Here they come, woop, woop)
Bologna sandwiches in the central bookin'
Lew Alcindor over defense, I'm hookin'
Stirrin' up the pot, open the vents, I'm cookin' (Yo, crack the window)
Cash out a parlay, met the bookmaker
Bruno Magli moccasins, my foot stays in (Slippin')
Scribble my notes 'til I fill up all the book pages
They're gonna have to write about me, nobody ever stretch it this long (Impossible)
He made the coin disappear, the whole time, it was kept in his palm (Impossible)
If money makes a human attractive, then I'm a sex symbol (I'm gorgeous)
One half of my body is hangin' out of the 'Vette window (Ayy)
Don't get me mixed up with a prototype version (Nah)
Every establishment that I frequently visit, I know the right person (I know people)
Before you come at me, I strike first
Cut off your power, you probably need to check and see if your lights workin' (What the fuck is goin' on here?)
Mozzarella thin over sliced turkey (I know people)
