Super Legends

[Intro: Nems]

Never disrespect me

(Statik Selektah)

Brrah

We back, cocksucker, what?

Bing-bong

Yeah

Statik Selektah (Yeah, that's a legend)

Bun B (That's a super legend)

Smif-N-Wessun (Brooklyn legends)

And I am Gorilla motherfuckin' Nems (Act like you know, stupid)

Once again

I'm the face out here in New York City, stupid (Yup)

Fuck your life (Know the vibes, you know the vibes)

Yo

[Verse 1: Nems]

I'm just out here livin', winnin' like I planned it (Like I planned it)

'Cause I played my cards right like I was Gambit

Probably fucked the bitch you posin' on the 'Gram with

Seen her outside, put my hand all in her Spandex (Get over here)

Ah, they real passive with aggression (What's up?)

Bring your top five, I'll embarrass the selection (With ease)

Walk past the mirror and I bask in the reflection

Your accomplishments mean nothing when your character's in question

If I wanted a good laugh, I'd take a look at your funds

Any town I pull up in, they offer pussy and guns (Take that, take that, take that)

I'm the Coney Island mayor, that's the Brooklyn of slums (Brooklyn)

Made somethin' out of nothin', started cookin' with crumbs (That's a fact)

Ah, catch me in a slab down in Port Arthur (Skrrt)

If that bitch talk shit, I'll smack that whore's father

I'm the best thing out of New York since Illmatic (Facts)

Welcome back, this is Trillstatik

[Interlude: Bun B]

Goddammit, who let this crazy motherfucker back in here from Coney Island on his goddamn gorilla shit?

But fuck it, if we in the jungle, let's swing from a vine one time, motherfucker

Trillstatik 3

Bitch

[Verse 2: Bun B]

You wasn't with it, shootin' up in the gyms

I'm the type of dude that'll drag you down the block by your limbs

Don't you ever disrespect me when I'm rockin' with Nems

Slap a rapper out his shirt, his slacks, socks, and his Timbs

Shit, I know that that sounded crazy, but man, I'm serious

Leave your leather covered in red, lookin' delirious

You don't want no smoke with a chimney

I'll put down any rapper you send me

It's not just on me, it's in me

You can bend me, but I won't break

Try to make me soft, but it won't take

I'm not phony, I won't fake

I already know the stakes of this bet that I'm gon' make

And I brought a Smith & Wesson, I want it, I'm gon' take

I ain't come all the way to New York to do the same old

And we ain't cut from the same mold, you stuck in lame mode

I keep it hot in the spot while you remain cold

So you just keep on bein' a bitch and I'll remain throwed

[Interlude: Smif-N-Wessun]

Trill

Lord have mercy

Listen, man

Listen, man

Lord have, Lord have mercy

Ayo

Ayo

Lord have mercy

SmokeAyo

[Verse 3: Smif-N-Wessun]

I am the O-N-E, that spells one, is in Z

So when you speakin' of me

But he ain't hear you say he

It's like mathematics

Rap addicts can't grasp it

The way I be flippin' on tracks like gymnastics

Hashtag that, sling drugs, get money on the corner

I'm doin' this for what Maidana did to Broner

Feel me? Real G's, Trillstatik 3

Nems, Smif-N-Wessun, Statik, Bun B

Magnificence manifested

Divine spark, respect to the architecture

Dons connected, cons respected, hail Megatron

Ramble on, Polo goose with the Benneton

Been involved with the felons

Send some arms to the brethrens

Youngin arms get to grippin'

Spin' the block, niggas drippin' (Right)

Get it poppin', no question

Smif-N-Wessun be engraved in the weapon (Smif-N-Wessun, Smif-N-Wessun)