Line In The Sand

[Intro]

My nigga King Los just tweeted out he the best

Cyhi know he the best?

My nigga Ab-Soul say he the best

And even though I think these guys are three of the freshest, ever

I look at opinions like I look at lickin' an asshole, I respectfully disagree with that

[Refrain]

Bar Exam, where is the competition?

Bar Exam, where is the competition?

Bar Exam, where is the competition?

(There is no competition)

[Verse 1]

I like guns more, you the type to knife

I'm more the candy paint type, you more the Mike and Ike

I'm from the 'Mo, I'm more the type to drive the Ghost tonight like I'm the Poltergeist

Embracin' crime like I'm supposed to die

The face of crime, like I'm the closing eye's poster guy

I'm more the type to hold the door, I'm nice

Call me "so polite", dawg you Molson Ice

Prototype of pulverizing mics, avoid life's

Rollercoaster ride through polarizing alcoholic lows and highs

I'm more the type to go incite the riot

Throw hollows and watch them go in your body as though they got invited

Not of this Earth trying to be godly of death cause I was Gotti at birth

Might as well write a lot of these verses while I'm inside of a hearse

Take your broad, show her more than just a front door and call that shit Lurch

Prolly gonna be the first artist to add a body to his body of work

My discography just like a map to rapper body bags

Now process that, I might just drop a track where Jim Hoffa at

[Intro Refrain]

My nigga King Los just tweeted out he the best

Cyhi know he the best?

My nigga Ab-Soul say he the best

And even though I think these guys are three of the freshest, ever

I look at opinions like I look at lickin' an asshole, I respectfully disagree with that

[Verse 2]

We can agree to disagree, we can leave it at that, or we can bet

Even if smack ain't got the fee correct

Any supposedly ill rapper can get it for free

Feared, revered rappers, Lupe Fiasco, tweet or text

Hand on the Desert Eagle squeezing the reapers neck

We can go for broke til things get repossessed

We can flow for keeps, go til either one of us slumped over the speaker dead

You takin a decease in that,  I'm hoping to be the next

Greatest of all time, while these hard lines shake up the web

You facin' an ethernet

And no this ain't no Kendrick Control move

This just a flow that never gets old, Malinda Williams in Soul Food

How could you Violate somebody who got Chris Lighty wisdom, who never bluff

Them twin rifles is coming out looking like Blue Ivy siblings, better trust

Everything on your mind that be on your lap like private dancers trappin

I'll put three in your cap, it's not a good time to try to chance the rapper

Nah, I'm old school, still trying to dance with Patra

Hoes finding Vanity from The Last Dragon tryin' to romance the master

You need to hire a yes man to talk you off your competitve edge

My foot on the ledge tripping on all these woulda been, coulda been, shoulda been terrace(?)

Nobody round this bitch is better than me

You the competition? Only props I'll give is you bout good as dead

I don't do memes and bickering, I see you out swing for the fences

I don't like coonin' unless you Mary Blige singing for chicken

Y'all hopeless, every time y'all spit it I just envision lies

The gods focus, I ball doper than Lamar Odom already wishin' a nigga would

Like Charles Oakley, in the Wizard of Oz

My niggas got they rags and sticks in the sky, like they hitchin' a ride

Uh, I'm sitting here counting this grip cuz I be standing for change

This bigger than any kind of redemption this is Andy Dufresne

The flyest nigga livin' reside inside the land of the fame

Birthday instead of cake, I keep a pie lit like I'm landin' a plane

Bar Exam 4, this is the "There is No Competition Edition", my nigga

Bar Exam 4, this is the "There is No Competition Edition", my nigga

Bar Exam 4, this is the "Where is the Competition Edition", my nigga

Bar Exam 4, this is the "Where in the Fuck is the Competition", nigga