"40 Bars of Fury! ("The New New York" REMIX)" I fell in love wit' the art of rhyme, at the age of nine "My Name Is" was the catalyst for this passion E'rything is predestined, so it ain't a question How it became my fate, the painful route I'd take 8 years of back an' forth, finally made my mind up On some Pac shit, while dealing wit' a school life that's toxic Had to watch it 'cause my love life had even more toxicity Had to learn to even out the misery Wit' the joy, which was a hell of a process My iron will became steel, no Bessemer process Through secular projects, gave honor to God Head of my life; Almighty crushin' my odds The sum of my rhymes, wasn't 'bout fuckin' no broads It was mostly 'bout my anguish, no love from my pops Rapped it - 'cause I can't sang it, kick dust on the opp I was a monster in the womb, that didn't bust out the twat **gunshot, record backspins** We're gonna take this back! Activate countdown... 5,4,3,2,1... Like dis! **gunshot** I fell in love wit' the art of rhyme, at the age of nine "My Name Is" was the catalyst for this passion E'rything is predestined, so it ain't a question How it became my fate, the painful route I'd take 8 years of back an' forth, finally made my mind up On some Pac shit, while dealing wit' a school life that's toxic Had to watch it 'cause my love life had even more toxicity Had to learn to even out the misery Wit' the joy, which was a hell of a process My iron will became steel, no Bessemer process Through secular projects, gave honor to God Head of my life; Almighty crushin' my odds The sum of my rhymes, wasn't 'bout fuckin' no broads It was mostly 'bout my anguish, no love from my pops Rapped it - 'cause I can't sang it, kick dust on the opp I was a monster in the womb, that didn't bust out the twat Caesarean birth, melanated king on a Aryan earth Tearin' through jerks, bring 'em a world of terror an' hurt Garner fame while sharin' my work An' air my laundry, 'fore y'all try airin' it worse Came up in the days, when rappers didn't carry a purse Unless, the gender was the one full of estrogen Nowadays, they claim they non-binary Only thing non-binary wit' me is my base of Tenn/10 E'ryday I wake up, this shit's in my face again So I'm throwin' shots, preceded by a pace of ten Playin' my role, in this, Spaghetti Western An' you be - post-trans Bruce Jenner, not Yul Brynner Appetite for destruction, consume a full dinner Scrapin' the plate like Shawn Corey Carter Spaghetti's in digestion, now I consume a full liver Make the tape go beyond gory Horror I - rap a lot, talk less That's how it should be, muhfucka, God bless An' that might - seem blasphemous, on the scene, cancerous A haptic rush, shattered dreams; painful passion like that Nazarene Commence the happening/The Happening, join the gathering As I split/Split, like McAvoy in that Shyamalan flick But still +Unbreakable+ like David Dunn Not Kimmy Schimdt, y'all all fruits, like Titus Andromedon

‘Bring Back The Witty ('Increase The Gritty' REMIX)’ Y'all been sufferin' long enough, look what they spewin' at you It's good that kid Print is back to send a new one at you I got more verses than the Book of Matthew Fuck bars, I'm droppin' 50 ft. solid gold Buddha statues Dude I'll smash you; none of ya raps stick wit' me +Nick+ wit' me another, I will snap Stick Stickly Yeah, I know I'm too damn nit-picky But it's 'cause these new cats gettin' out-rapped by Sam Witwicky Hol' up, fam let's get busy, SAVAAR's gettin' lit But they still sleepin' like my flow's a barbiturate On God, I'm wit' the shit, oh God, don't diss the kid I'm so hard, you get the dick, that's no pause -- you listened, kid It's been hinted at, I'm a legend in the making 29 projects, get obsessed wit' what I'm making A seven in the ranking, but aimin' for five or better Got me strivin' more than ever, to survive an' weather The storm, full-steam ahead, watch the dough mount As the king/King pens it like Richard Bachman or Thad Beaumount The kid's... head an' shoulders above the rest An' like Simone Biles wit' Shaq, you barely come up to my chest I could be another Budden, another Bank$, another Andretti You cannot can Eddie Cannot ban or threaten me, stop playin' an' sweatin' me Not playin' or frettin', B; stop playin' wit' weaponry 'Cause the safety is off, you might spray at ya' thoughts An' Print is a .38 -- turn ya' brains into sauce You actin' like I ain't gon' kill 'em all All these lines in my mind, but I ain't gon' spill 'em all Seal 'em off, they can't come an' beseech me Dyin' for a feature, frauds runnin' to greet me The lames couldn't beat me, tried to force me to forfeit But my wordplay's galactic an' it knocked 'em outta orbit Got - more shit to crush 'em wit', tell 'em pick they poison These them bars from the kid, runnin' through my organs Be somethin' called skill, these fools tend to lack it nowadays Nepotism only reason for their backin' nowadays I'm - back up out that haze, rejuvenated, refocused Let my people go, or I'll bring a plague of locusts Upon the lecherous oafs wit' no lyrics Bramble-headed morons, killin' ya' spirit You - hear it on the regular, it be that bad But I'm a tough muthafucka, Marine stepdad So, rest in peace to Proof an' all who kept it gritty Fineprint is done, I had to bring back the witty

‘The Sick-Azz Workout ('Breathe Easy' REMIX)’ Verse 1: Mental anaerobics, lyrical eccentric contractions Yeah, gotta be on-point wit' my reactions You've, seen me work, very full range of motion Never injured, while the comp is less healthy than Greg Oden That reference might be dated, but, not many complainin' 'Cause, on the track I go the distance like Fartlek trainin' Get the full use of, metabolic disbursement Cardiovasc to the max, muscle pumpin' somethin' perfect Jump rope to keep bones tip-top, can't be osteoporo At 70 will still keep up wit' the kids, ahk Fuck old age, Print has gotta move around An', bring in new blood like sarcomeres to put it down Hold my crown as I shadowbox around the ring An' in the darkest of alleys, punchin' foes comin' at me They low in intensity, rowin' up shit's creek Fightin' each other wit' the oars, startin' flame wars But, I ain't sweatin' it, though they sweat my technique Doin' pull-ups an' push-ups, wit' the weighted vest I'm - outta them streets, but present in a astral state Witness snakes get it in the kidney, like, guanidinoacetate Now I'm goin' over heads like hands in jumpin' jacks This ain't just, lyrical exercise Fuckin' facts, workin' too hard to falter Offerin' to train y'all, should have accepted my offer Verse 2: Get ya' weight up, I got technique plates Work wit' me an' you'll never again get ate up I can cultivate ya' style, make you harder than the rest Rawer than a powerlift, leave the vets impressed An', I ain't just talkin', I've made diamonds out of coal Applied pressure on those wit', whom I once flowed They went all out, like Brian Schwab an' Tony Conyers Now they sendin' e'ry beat, way up yonder Pens like .44 wit' the iron, I ain't talkin' kettle-bells Benchin' niggaz like tricep curls They still my +juniors+ though, but no ICF weight class I can hold my own against great mass Dudes should have known, forever small things To a GIANT, truly nada in the grand scheme We on different paths, but they study my moves Like kinesiology, tryna fuck up my groove An' they losin' the fight, like the war on childhood obesity It's a real uphill battle An' I came prepared for the hike, this a breeze to me Man, I'm out here doin' Walking Lunges I - packed some lunches, they goin' off hunches Unable to keep up, so I - kicked my feet up Hooked the hammock up high, spectatin' all the havoc Then did a oversplit an' shitted on these bogus twits

‘Gunplay Wordplay ('Gun Harmonizing' REMIX)’ The hand that I write these bars wit', also has the trigger finger A hair trigger, itchin' like a case of Seborrheic Dermatitis Ready to unload on those who slander Reprimand 'em wit' a fully loaded clip That's 16, an' this the 5th bullet The 6th bullet, comin' right behind it Chompin' at ya' ear like Evander's, 'fore I can finish the rhyme scheme That I started, it's goin' R-R-R-R-R-RAT! That gun sound's retarded Hollowtip rounds that be rockin' them Special Ed helmets While you niggaz out here goin' dumb wit' the dummy rounds So inert, when you burst, I hear tummy sounds An' I don't mean that Thompson sub-machine Assumptions of what I mean, get you crushed up in between The bars that come out in succession, I succeed in firin' Another after another wit' no signs of expirin' Give these fools a L, like a 50-round drum Deliver dudes to Hell, they like "Really? How come?" You know you weren't a angel, all that dirt that you did Had enough to bury you under, less work for the kid I'm pretty docile, in my e'ryday life Humble wit' a closed mouth, unless I'm on that mic One of the illest to do it, always prove it Stick my dick into these tracks, bussin' nuts of blazin' music An' it's never too hype, my homies blazin' to it Keep it lit like Khalifa an' Andretti You not ready for Eddie to go off, like police abusin' power Black lives that didn't matter to that propellant an' gunpowder Hands up, don't shoot You niggaz gettin' loud, but ya' guns on mute An' when I talk about guns, I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes An' y'alls ain't got a streak of shit on none of mine Yeah, follow me as I spit this fanatical fiasco Of firearm similes an' metaphors in my ammo Respect to Nickel 9, I hope I did this justice Heard the drums an' melody, then rhymes started rushin' To the forefront of my brain, so I'm fully focused No hocus, I'm that dope; none of my peers can come close It's - somethin' magnificent, that happens wit' my written shit May borrow some lines, but never on no bitten shit I am not a shark, that is forbidden shit But niggaz might be comin' after me like I'm the Black Ian Ziering You are hearing "Bars From The Kid, Volume Two" This is "Gunplay Wordplay", Print is through

‘Soul Reaver ('Soul Food' REMIX)’ If you waitin' on me to make it, relax -- don't hold ya' breath too long Still got a lot of backs to break, necks to be steppin' on Still got a whole lot to prove, get some affection flowin' Find a loophole in the rules, halt when the lecture's goin' Still lackin' respect, my voice gettin' muffled Made the choice to go hard, now feathers gettin' ruffled Said it over an' over, I ain't the hardest But shots sent ricochet off my reanimated carcass -- yes Once deceased, came back heartless Cold-blooded, vengeful an' more in tune wit' the darkness Ogre {-} wit' a chip on his shoulder, like a neglected soldier Wounded Warrior who's homeless, roamin' -- war ain't over Just here to make quota for beats slain A novice, but progress put me outcha reach, mayne Was born wit' the fire, can't teach flame Paint a perfect picture that can fit in each frame I Q-Dog stomp on feet 'til they fucked like ballerina toes "Legacy of Kain" pen, bars'll reave ya' souls Ink run out, that's where the ether goes Eat niggaz alive wit' my beastial prose Cleave thru the pros, {-} size 11 planted Atop Medusa heads on the chests of those I beat single-handed A lot should - be reprimanded For makin' bullshit, takin' Hip-Hop for granted All kinds of fucked up, thots rappin' now Encouragin' hoe tendencies, need to smack 'em down I don't respect sluts, shit like that ain't even G Givin' that a pass like it's cool to catch a STD Suckin' dick ain't a accomplishment Hell'll freeze over 'fore I ever see you as competent I ain't in the mind frame of givin' hoes compliments Just diggin' a ditch to go an' dump 'em in I might spark me a Dutch an' pour a cup of Gin Life half-full, tryna see what part the cup I'm in Feel like somebody must've got some pins an' stuck 'em in A voodoo doll, 'cause I'm feelin' pain an' sufferin' Pissed an' in agony, reelin' from a cluster headache Sick of achin' muscles from runnin' wit' dead weight Niggaz love to hold you back, so you don't catapult To the top, they'd rather you slack an' sulk But all they doin' is puttin' a monkey on the back of the Hulk When Hulk is mad, Hulk smash, get tragedy in bulk Niggaz target me wit' trash, think I'ma lift 'em up Instead I tell 'em stop, take them flows an' rip 'em up E'rybody ain't meant to do Hip-Hop an' fuckin' shine Keep ya' mouth closed if drugs the only thing on ya' mind If two syllable words {-} all you faggots can rhyme Just swan dive off the ladder, don't even finish the climb

‘Unheard Of ('I Ain't Heard Of That' REMIX)’ I'm goin' in, rightly slaughter any beat which entice me The icin', how I be flippin' my shit, layered nicely A Gaultier fur jacket in verbal form, you're sure to like me My awesome flair {-} bloodcurdle norms, who share my likeness? {-} Forego the hypeness, you don't like my shine -- adjust ya' brightness Wit' all this tightness, I'm sufferin' loss of circulation {-} But you're delighted, 'cause when I write it, unbridled Sight of the mic, I'm excited, fuckz needa gimme the title Instead of spitin', petty an' indecisive, divisive 'cause I don't work by their standards {-} I'm a bandit, a bastard Master surgeon proficient in cuttin' out the cancer {-} Picture a +bullet+ comin' ya' way, Paul Walker in a Lancer (R.I.P.!) Dozen volatile, audible, soundwaves penetrate ya' auricle Never lauded for the sick shit I pen, uh, feelin' awful Maybe 'cause I'm deadpan like Janeane Garofalo {-} Wanna rip 'til heads pan away from awful flows Or 'til my tonsils blow An' I collapse, tossin' from throes of death, slice my abdominal Like samurai - in the Edo period Dammit I - be so serious, in bars I beat yo' spirit wit' Very unheard of, wish folk would be mo' curious Prone to inquire, help me get on, in the zone, on fire 'Cause in my mind I feel that none are higher Still work hard, 'cause issa given some'll try ya' However, I'm Pat Bateman, axe gripped, commit butchery While 'Hip To Be a Square' plays in the background {-} Doubt tethered, slat statements, facts flipped, get sugary Denial grips to me, impaired, made to backdown Yet I comeback wit' bass, treble, apparel - of the Unabomber Level of angst is feral, so I do the honors A fusion of Conor McGregor, Genghis an' Cletus Kasady Contusions for whoever - anus receivin' battery An' assault, ass ate wit' barbwire On the tongue, pshhhh -- I ain't gotta say pause I don't play by they laws, see what I say out my jaws Is like grenades out to all, bomb they face til they raw {-} Ha, oh yeah, I'm talkin' ivory skull Brutalize 'em wit' e'ry line just for findin' me dull Scrutinizin' like dude's behind, they deny what he does True to life, the truest lines, he ain't fly but he buzz {-} Ha, yeah, this ain't emulation, it's immolation Come as sick as any nigga that's in rotation This shit here be Prizz vocation, gems in e'ry flowed line These niggaz angled adjacent, but they gets no cosine/co-sign {-} Shall I continue to spit to you? **gunshot**

‘For The Masses ('Mass Appeal' REMIX)’ It's time to spit a lil' somethin' that the masses feel I need that mass appeal, gimme that Cassius feel Type of flow be my sig/SIG, like I'm flashin' steel Hopped on this Gang Starr beat, got the past to kill R.I.P. to Guru though, I got old-fashioned skill Hard to get inside my heart, I got a bastion built {-} I'm broke but still dope, so let my passion spill God blessed me wit' this talent, I didn't ask for skill How I fashion my lines? Real intricate, ingenious You not askin' for Fine? You idiots just inconvenience If I ain't smashin' wit' lines, {-} I listen to the meanest Rappers that can design frigid lyrics off in my genus When yo' vocab is different, they see you as a pariah If you drab wit' the spittin', then they see you as flyer {-} In my lab I be rippin' on those who preach to the choir An' steady grabbin' up nitwits who live to leech off ya' fire {-} Heh, yeah, this ain't never been a hobby I'm more or less a GZA, I ain't never been a Bobby An' it's no disrespect {-} intended to RZA I'm a emcee at heart, my production ain't killer See I'm addicted to women, I'm addicted to sneakers Addicted - to kickin' bars, shop my lyrics to FIFA 'Cause I be goin' in - like Mohamed Salah When it come to the bars, I'm second comin' of Ra They pro'lly want me to stop, but I'm never gonna quit Lyrically incontinent, no way I'm never gonna shit I'm sayin', issa reflex -- forever goin' in On the real, I should be next, much better wit' the pen Back in high school, they used to laugh at my bars But now this Memphis nigga work magic like Anfernee Hard An' niggaz so baloney, King Cotton on the track I truly belong in Harlem, twilled cotton on my back Old School young nigga, skill poppin' on the track Go to school, son niggaz, still got 'em, that's a fact

‘#ImNotOnSpotify ('Red Barz' REMIX)’ Siyahamba, the light of God's all over me See the hunger an' the passion took control of me {-} My bars went from a eight ball to a quarter ki I got narcotics in the flow, they wantin' more of me Yeah, {-} I done dropped fifty-three projects Wit' no sign of stallin', PRIZZY goin' all in It's - all or nothin', fuck whoever y'all discussin' A raw eruption, I just came to cause the fussin' Wit' mo' verses than the Book of Psalms Might pass over skill if you shook a palm Got a - adrenaline rush, but lookin' calm So excited 'bout the lyrics I'm scriptin' wit' my book in palm {-} Went to Gilead an' copped the balm Then meditated off in Mecca, tell ahk “Salaam” Speak now or hold peace forever, if you got some qualms About the shit that I'm flowin' {-} over top the drums Look, {-} here's a jewel from Appius Caecus "Every man's the architect of his own fortune" So just know the roads that I choose {-} Be the ones that make me prone to fortune Yeah, I'm out to get it 'cause I never had it Keep goin' like I didn't get it, shit I'm forever at it Set out to kill this beat, they like you better tag it Bodybag it, ship it to the morgue, burn it down to ashes I rap circles 'round niggaz, murder tracks to run 'em ragged {-} Goin' out they minds, in a state of havoc I never said I was the illest, but got proof to brag wit' Plenty annals of dope work, I'm never stagnant If you love Hip-Hop, I'm like a magnet Songs to vibe to while you out, about an' in transit Sometimes, in my rhymes, I go off on a tangent Once ya' mans get amped, he lyrically runs rampant Yo -- this ain't for the house niggaz only out for themself This for real friends that'll have ya' back Talkin' loyalty, brotherly love, unselfish help If one falls, pick him up, don't abandon black +Love+ the +craft+, I'm Old School like Miskatonic Mixtape catch a charge like a pistol on it See, {-} PRIZZY spit atomic vomit that'll modify An' just for the record -- I'm not on Spotify

‘Ain't Sayin' Nuthin' ('So Whatcha Sayin' REMIX)’ Take 'em way back like Sherm Helmsley scalp When I didn't spit the bars that overwhelm ya doubt Unidentified, from another realm to palp Been at it real long, ain't shit that you could tell me 'bout See, I'm always down to work an' I'm always down to go Get me on a track an' I just go berserk Never play wit' me, dawg, get ya' feelin's hurt Niggaz never want the beef, waitin' on dessert Broke nigga feelin' fresher than a roll of Certs Groundbreakin' wit' my thoughts 'cause my soul is earth I ain't stoppin' 'til my heart overload an' burst Ain't no break in confidence when ya know ya worth Nonstop wit' the grind, pennin' bars e'ryday You unsigned, ain't touchin' Fine; yeah you hardly in my way Refine all the lines, slice my jaws when I say Razor-sharp shit, RZA in his heyday {-} An' I'm back wit' a vengeance Some of the shit I do be a honorable mention E'rybody 'round tryna trouble my ascension But I ain't holdin' back, muscle through the tension {-} Rap game by the ankle, Black Kurt Angle Switched up my style, haters on strangle Name became a hard mound of feces An' niggaz can't swallow that or follow that Houndstooth on like Bear, you a Junction Boy An' I'm - bringin' the heat 'til you can't function, boy A lot of y'all {-} really got some gumption Talkin' all loud, but ain't sayin' nuthin'

‘Give 'Em BARZ ('Give Em Hell' REMIX)’ At times, come off absent like pyknolepsy, turn sick an' deadly Sequestered off in my room, switched on, I get no rest, B This like a sport, an' I'm makin' my comeback But won't get picked for ESPY, niggaz tick off an' stress me Hang from my dick, no teste; the politics so pesky Insert my fangs, the flesh be, lathered an' plenty zesty This nigga —ready to feast, the appetite voracious –E'rybody food on some Conway shit, lives fugacious Paramecia Devil Fruit, mega edacious Wit' a stomach full of pure energy, hella vivacious Where the beast be The Devil's Duke, fellas mendacious No followin' –pure entities, we —mega predaceous Now check it, {-} you should be watchin' like it's Funimation I wreck it, dudes would be botchin', mic abomination Pathetic, two in the crotch an' strike a lung, serration Phrenetic, ensue to scotch an' spike the tongue, aeration That's - for ya' orifice, purification Store my fist, dead in ya' face, pure in location Fire a sortie on mumblers —lured to the station Prior to roaring on mumble cunts, endured mal gustation Yes, —taste tests are uneventful {-} Bland an' spoiled, bin in the fridge is sinful It's - time for revival, hope to pack a tentful 'Cause niggaz - paper lions an' I spy a denful I'm - part of the strong, but our survival rate is low We weave - heart in our songs, major eye on, wait to blow We grieve, pardon our wrongs, suffered rivals, late to glow Then climb - part of us longs straight to die on 8° below —'Cause it's a cold world An' e'rything that glitters ain't gold, this whole world A old world, where inhabitants will slowly twirl {-} History repeats a dozen times, could only hurl Tired of the rigmarole, an' elliptic orbit Where foreigners —rigged the polls to uplift the sordid Vapid, can't dig the soul, foes eclipse an' force it Implore 'em to —dig the hole, grow thee a gift of orchids Orange, —yellow an' white –paphiopedilums Reborn an' swelled over night, craftin' those deadly bombs Pourin' ale on a flight, splashed on a pail of rum More intel on the site where the daft be so meddlesome Don't snap, –steady hum, in jungle wit' deadly drums Of hydrochloric acid, highly acrid, get heady from {-} Response to bars I wrote, for nonce, my bars they dote Ensconced in they heart an' throat, no dunce, I'm a partial GOAT

‘Be Even More CAREFUL! ('Careful (Click Click)' REMIX)’ I got the headphones on, beat cut up to the max Been on edge a lot lately, find it hard to relax Fuckin' pissed past my limit, shit really done changed Through these past years, wanna burst into tears I ain't got no fuckin' friends an' no fuckin' fam'ly E'rybody's fuckin' fake, just keep on makin' me aggy Fairweather fans increase/Increase like - Puritan Mathers On hiatus now 'til I feel secure again, rather Than – nonstop work, become sure an' then gather Energy from hard times I'm inured within, madder– Than – ever before, can't endure in this stature Don't hear it, –but I'm certain that I'm lurin' in laughter Insecure, an' it matters, {-} the pain won't desist Itchin' to quit, {-} it's becomin' hard to resist 'Cause –most of my fanbase consists Of these muthafuckaz always clingin' to my old shit Fuck them corny punchline-laden remixes He's upgraded, {-} that is, consistently depicted When he fixes that –mouthwaterin', textured Food for thought he done worked on from terce up to vespers Sadly –only choirs listen when addressin' {-} All my transgressors, de facto stressors In fact those pressures –been weighin' heavily Crushin' –my peace of mind, I'm displayin' brevity More often nowadays, can't talk to y'all anymore An' I'm –sick of excuses, heard 'em all before On that Sunny Anders shit, don't wanna answer shit Or interact wit' 'cause y'all a huge cancer -- quit Wit' - takin' advantage of how much I forgive Just stay away, {-} got nothin' more here to give As far as kindness, currently at the end of my wits Can't - sleep or eat, havin' oft-repeated fits Of rage that segue –to a morose State I - can be in for days, three weeks at the most Rather - be detached, it's a drain to be close Wracked by paranoia, –guess I'm the only host Go –ghost on y'all, mom an' girlfriend included An' be secluded 'til I'm - free of this whirlwind {-} Sometimes sit an' pray to see the world end 'Cause I'm - sick of the situation I was hurled in Where irrelevant shit –can aggravate an' deter My enjoyment in life, graduate an' recur Saturate an' then stir in my mind for hours on end Soon it results in a year that's devoured -- no end {-} To my anger, just takes me over Made a boulder out my heart; still awake, but colder Now –negative vibes course through me Emanatin' out my pores, a force from yours truly At times –can use this negative shit positively But – that only shows a composite of me Complete –image of Fine's only visible When my wrath is overloaded an' my focus indivisible Then I - take aim at the plebes, disgustin' Wit' their - trash tastes an' the tripe discussed in These groups, where they fuss if you don't praise That ‘Old Town Road’ bullshit when it's played Dumb shit ain't welcome here, but I'm not amazed They were oozin' over inferior work an' obeyed Subliminal waves from the –Industrial Machine Make 'em go wit' the flow, let any troll in the do' Growin' more impatient, {-} f**s wanna chatter 'Bout this mediocre fuck who shouldn't even matter Look, –no more cheerin' 'cause he isn't unique Got all y'all geeked, don't wanna hear nobody critique Minute we speak, we labeled jealous, crabs in a bucket I mean, I'm crabby, but fuck it, he can get his lil' duckets See - I feel he'll be another flash-in-the-pan Ridin' a wave 'til he wipes out, bashed an' then canned But until then? Will keep bashin' his fans Repeatedly, 'cause there's only so much trash I can stand

‘Never Been Down ('I'm Still #1' REMIX)’ Hook (x2): If you see them muhfuckaz, no they never been down They could never, –an' couldn't even polish my crown An' furthermore, they really need to polish their sound Talkin' all that big shit when they never been found Verse: You stupid fuckz still takin' my passion for a joke Actin' like you want it, –lemme fashion up the smoke I whip ass, lyrically you get lashed by what I wrote Hittin' like a Morning star when it's smashed into ya' scrote Unabashed, but provoked, feel the moxy I evoke As I prepare–to expand like POTUS–Knox Polk I'm a fuckin' beauty bar, you niggaz just boxed soap Bruh I'll die 'fore I ever get boxed into a trope Issa nope, {–} ya' content dull an' never will hurt Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' me like a convent full of Sarah Gilberts Seal them lips, don't comment in error, build first {-} Or run the risk for me to foment terror -- trill work Is all I deliver, —bonafide like the ability to breathe My hostility's unsheathed E'ry rapper in prox just goes–into–debility an' seethes Shut 'em down, credibility achieved {-} An' I'm back on-point Feelin' like myself, so I won't disappoint Gonna - shit on those who ain't feelin' my viewpoint An' - eat all these niggaz raw like a bluepoint You - gonna love me, I'll make sure of that Vow to keep it ten-hunnid an' procure them stacks Yeah, fill up these pockets, make sure they fat Give all honor to God an' endure the flack All I can be is PRIZZY, nada más y nada menos An' when it come to bars, you know I got los buenos Fluyo como - un— neoyorquino aunque soy sureño So potent, ship my tracks in cans of jalapeños Heh... an' that's just how I do Drum-up more +interest+, call my buzz "The Accrue" Always - wanted to be the one to buzz wit' a crew But I'm - better alone, though I still fuck wit' a few An' if I - fuck wit' ya' no mo', then it's fuck what you do It don't matter how they praise all the fuckshit you do 'Cause I'm certain–I can top anything you submit By quality, I'm ‘Endgame’ an' you just low-budget -- quit Tryna block my shine, you ain't got the muscle, chill, son Fa'real, I'll make ya' future/Future look bad like Russell Wilson