Big Beat

[Intro] Yeah Ayo Al, what up nigga? It’s Rae, man, you know we told ‘em we gon’ do [Verse 1] Ayo, they claim the greatest of all time is me, straight legend The range, the weapon [?] to run with your shine Blow a hundred shots and bounce, light up We in the night up from sunset to dawn, light it up See the mutts’ first breakout, pardon my nuts, and grab it Where your boss at, faggot? Switching lanes, tidier chains, listening to the things you saying With no money, motherfucker—not a dime I rhyme regular, still, but wish some competitors come real It’s all about intelligent lines (Be yourself, nigga) Yeah, that cardboard tough talk is weak It’s maybe ‘bout six thousand of y’all and maybe three I keep Mold and shape like I’m growing a plant I stand, this is raw weight, don’t get knocked I got to say it, it’s no hating (Gotta say it) I’m just a real nigga with taste, kid (Yup) All ass synthetic, daddy, and bass, kid (Yeah) Stuck bottles, fucking, a fat model riding (Aww, shit) Them goggles with the GGs all on my face Pick a place, make your album crazy I come through the race and put you back in your space [Break] Ha, and stay the fuck out my face And get the fuck out the place Get your ass [?] Yo, let’s keep feeding these niggas, man Let’s make hip-hop even more special Word up, you know what time it is, man It’s like, they like Jolly Ranchers Cooking light tonight? Yeah, yo Ayo, ayo, ayo [Verse 2] Ayo, the Chef, Marlon Brando, Black Rambo Lord of the guns; Killah Hill, where it’s 200 Rambos (We got 200 Rambos) Grease one fiend for traffic Get in the mix, we got fifties, half-ounces of six Playing Lionel and Diana, talking on the phone to a whore “Bring the baggies, take the thousand to Nana” While I’m in the zone, cat daddy, indica home Blowing Earth weed, pardon me, Perth weed Looking good, smelling like Indonesia (Yes) Hair full of waves in the caves of Pisa Chilling singing that “Mona Lisa” Gold teeth in my mouth, handful of rings, the thiefster All I know is “Rob ‘em, wing ‘em” Under the building, blinging, 24 hours of slanging Caking off G and staking off Me and some goons from different parts of the Mediterr-ean They thought all my brothers were Korean Japan know me well, stop, that’s the Chef riding a BM X6LIGT, me, twenty years old (Yo) inside of rap’s mausoleum Black man, free him Any real gangsta nigga or backpacker who love rap better see him C-H-E-F or A-L-C-H-E-M, ayo, I-S-T ‘em (Ayy, yo yo yo) [Outro] Ayo, Alchemist, man Let ‘em know what we doing, my nigga Know this is motherfucking War of the Roses right here Real diabolical, deadly shit Let’s go