Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro, ya don't know?
I know you're sick of bubble gum wrappers puttin' you to bed
But not J.T. Money I'm somethin' like a Suda Fed

I give relief that's far from lousy
And get the job done without gettin' you drowsy
Since I'm from the bottom the other rappers tried dissin'
But in the end, my *** they'll be kissin'

I must state how stupid remarks
Can 'cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makin' people think that a giant king
Couldn't come from the bottom 'cause of second string

But I'ma make history as I get hype
Drop a science that'll damage that stereotype
Ask for drama, 'cause I'ma 'bout to set off
A poisonous freestyle, instead of
The average, ordinary everyday thing
I'm outstandin', leavin' rappers out standin' in the rain

Poison like venom, gettin' in 'em, then I conquer
When I'm finished rockin' you're jockin' for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should I say demo, the m*** that reaches

You better take a bufferin' with sufferin' from
The wrath of the style that can't be outdone
It's like that y'all 'cause I'm the ultimate
Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand 'cause I'm about to sit

MC's up north, and *****s like Spike take shorts
Thinkin' that the only rappers live in New York
****-heads like you, they don't know the deal
Sayin' if it's not from up there, it can't be real

But since you're ignorant and stupid at best
I'll have to break this down from the simplest
See Tony Rock make a microphone check
Now see him on stage breakin' a sucka *****'s neck

Y'all takin' rap back? Get off of that cake
The only thing you might be able to take is this ****
Sayin' weak-*** rhymes on records and video
Grabbin' on the **** and start cursin' and even though

You front to be hard while the cameras start shootin'
Knowin' goddamn well that you as soft as a fig Newton
If we was cars, I'd be a Porsche and you, a Nova
On card games, you're Pitty-pat and I'm Poker
I grab the microphone 'cause I can't wait to smoke a
Sucka like you, you no-rhymin' joker

Steppin' on stage, and goin' into fits
Workin' up a sweat, but you ain't rockin' ****
Sayin' weak-*** rhymes tryin' your best to work the fans up
Why don't you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up?

Just because you're from up there, you ain't got it like that
Boy, you could be killed, and you don't want that
I'm sayin' rhymes on a funky-*** cut
Marquis, go for yours because I got my nut

I treat rappers like hoes, roll 'em like vogues
Count 'em and fold 'em and stuff and stack 'em like bank-rolls
I'm never on the runnin', MC's confronted
Always in my face, wantin' to start somethin'

I can't keep silent 'cause I'm lyrically violent
Step to me, boy, step off, don't even try it
I giddy up and go, so smooth when I flow
I make suckas get goin' like a 5.0

You see, I'll m***acre, sit back and laugh at ya
And when you're finished then I'll embarr*** ya
I'm the aggressor, the professor
I injure like a ninja with a lyrical lecture

Marquis gets silky as I recite 'em
Rappers are germs, I'm peroxide to fight 'em
I blitz, throwin' hits that'll put you in a coffin
Treat you like an orphan, causing you to soften

People say I'm immaculate but I'm past that
Others get laughed at, 'cause they ain't half that
They try to achieve, but can't succeed
They only get stomped on when I stampede
It's like that, punks and you all know
Debonair, the Devil's Dad, continue to flow

Debonair, the Devil's Dad, is last on the agenda
Talkin' 'bout how brothers constantly pretend to
Be from up North, New York, yeah, Medina
The gr*** ain't greener, I guess they never seen a
Rapper from another region gettin' the loot
I'm from the bottom, and got girls feedin' me fruit

And droppin' flowers every time I walk
Is my music identical to that of New York?
It's original, comin' from the bottom, ****yze it
You could come off on your own, but no one tries it
They'd rather have some sloppy jalopy
And get called a wanna-be because they try to copy
But see the boys, we just laugh

Ain't a counterfeit rapper on the sky walker staff
And so the wanna be's bite the dust
They ain't certified to rap beside none of us
And 'cause I'm strictly B U S I N E double S
They panickin' stiff like mannequins from all the stress
No one there to mend, they look soft
Anyway, I'm outta here, signin' the ***k off