Best Rapper

[Talking]

(This is your conscience)

What you want man?

(You can't tell em you the best man)

I can tell em whatever I wanna tell em

(Nah you can't tell em that)

How you gon' tell me that?

(That's against the rules man)

I make the rules, look look

[Verse]

Koopa, yeah I used to hoop like hula

I'm a god in the game it's the mixtape Buddha

Flew to Jamaica for some curry cuz I knew the

Residence that was there would say it ain't a kid cooler

Montay sent me the track then I laced it with Luda

Are you a boss of yourself really ain't no approval

Ring looking bluer gave thanks to my jeweler

Cause he the reason these snakes in my face like Medusa

Sue ya, now I will probably bring in a shooter

Put some bank in his bank to keep it gangsta as hoova

My name on the bullet, my bullet in the ruger

Walk into ya nightmares and introduce myself to ya

Like booyah, let em keep my name on your brain

I swang at everything your lane gone be my lane

Mayne, I gotta get change before it rain

My jeans is looking green my change is known to stain

Pain! But there is no 'T' I'm still insane

As Eminem Jay or Wayne I bet you will feel the same

Ashamed, Chamill is the name they gonna blame

For letting the news loose you lames is bout to hang

Strange how you get a name if millies ain't

The only thing in your bank you losers don't really think

Chamilli don't get big bank like Hank

I don't pick up bucks in armored trucks I pick em up in a tank

Bang! Ya already know my diamonds exposed

I never wore Kenneth Cole's I'm ghetto down to the toes

Pockets is like a drive-thru bank that don't ever close

You ever touch any dough my metal gon' hit your nose

Pretend like Unk is your conscience and you should walk it out

Hope that breaking into my vault ain't what you talking bout

Cause I got mo' paper and clips than a new office spot

Used to have one bad chick now I can call alot

This is not a driveway this is what you call a lot

Stay getting guap and just when you think it's gonna stop

You put up the top you be riding with a halter top

I cut off the top all my whips than hit the barber shop

Come to the shop get some rims on your cruiser

I can show you big blades quick as Wolverine or Krueger

I'm the mixtape ruler, Koopa

Ya chick anywhere inside the city I really think that you should move her

Who ya think your talking to you should stop

I show up at woodstock and turn it to hoodstock

Get popped like you got shot with a wood Glock

Be eating splinters for dinner who wanna take woodshop

Underground king I'm who you supposed to pay homage to

Who the heck you talking bout you bout to bring some trauma to

Let me give you fakers a quick clue about what I'mma do

I'mma run upon you with the quickness like Sonic pewwwww

Promise you gonna wake up paler than Madonna do

I'mma wake up and touch the green like a farmer do

Keep your girl away from me or I'm gonna be haunting you

I come after your boo like sandman at the apollo do

Stacks in my jeans a hundredfifty worth of rocks

All these rubberbands and rocks they call me the slingshot

Think hot when you ever see me don't think plot

Think you're sharper than a marker you turn to a ink blodge

Leak out, when I get a buck I'm bout to nut

No homo I do it solo my wallet turned to a slut

Trick what? I never get stuck I get it up

She say she wanting a cut this trigger bout to get cut

Garages like ours got camera's on each seat

Alarms is like bombs stay further than three feet

I went and bought three cars I call em a threepeat

I went and bought three mo' and I call it a repeat

Defeat, is what they gon' get when I arrive

You better open your eyes, I bet you gon' get surprised

So let me spell it out for those saying I'm telling lies

My initials is FU I'm the best rapper alive