You Know My Style

[Chorus]

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style...

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

I'm hitting, like David Banner swinging Thor hammer

She like 'em rich I jump out the bamma still bag her

Still savage, silk fabrics young Shaq with the magic

Illmatic peel your cabbage turn the story real tragic

On my M. Night Shyamalan, legend of the octagon

I'm locked on, now they can't eat like it's Ramadan

Been Through the Fire with Chaka Kahn

I wrote this on a hot block with men down pinned down and choppers drawn

Dudes suck, who what? You do what?

How I'm cooking on the go, I could sell it on a food truck

Taking 'em to class like I'm driving a school bus

You think I brough the crib upstairs the way I'm moving up

Junkies shoot it up, this is brain numbing

Hip-hop was in a dry spell, here's the heavy rain coming

Big game hunting I'm praying somebody say something

If I had to do it again, I wouldn't change nothing

[Chorus]

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so...

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

I go to bat like I'm speaking on a Michael Keaton type beat

And have 'em sniffing tears like Driver's Seat

Why compete?

I defeat minor league rhymers leave 'em nice and neat in the whitest sheets now they lie asleep

Rivalries

In short-lived like dwarfs is

I take that line back, they couldn't get it off the track with forklifts

Stay back, let Shay lace that

We caught a deal in '23 without a face tat

Coming out hard like I pulled the Mike Trout card

He come for dap and I leave him hangin like Steph Curry's mouthguard

Your music ain't hard to find, it's hard to care about

I fuck with Tatum, but for this shit I got zero doubt

Air 'em out

You get no clicks when you post shit

I'm stoic as Nikola Jokic, but explosive

Like DCU put me under the Gunn

And I'll lift spirits like cars in Action Comics #1

[Chorus]

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (bing bong)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style, so we in here (yeah yeah)

You know my style...

[Verse 3: NEMS]

You don't want smoke on this mic like smokin' Joe Frazier

The youth in Asia know my bars are deadly just like euthanasia

GORILLA NEMS, I got stupid flava (yup)

Riker’s Island made a fuckin dolja go and boof a razor

Put your career in the box, get your suit and blazer

Shoot the place up

Catch you outside and we boot your face up

It's the mayor and you still can't fuck with me

It's that NEMS-CZAR with the gem star buck 50

Joked my way into this game, showed you the loopholes

Every day I'm scoring new wins, reaching new goals

I don't wanna be friends, let's talk cash first

Blast herbs, gave her back shots till her ass burst (Gunther)

When I die, I'll ride through Coney in a glass hearse

And I only wear my own shit, fuck your trash merch

[Outro: NEMS]

CZARFACE crack your motherfuckin head open

Ziggy CZARFACE crack your motherfuckin head open

Esoteric crash your motherfuckin head open

Ins crack your motherfuckin head open

7L crack your motherfuckin head open

Ziggy CZARFACE crack your motherfuckin...

(hello)

(one hundred percent)

(CZARFACE)