DBZ (feat. Madlib)

What shit is this? (Nobody cares) I promise you they don't, bruh (yo) How you diss me and nobody knows? (nobody knows) Check it I'm tryna get a billion on the books, no clue how a ceiling looks Got monster concepts and we killin' hooks You shook, all in your feelings so stop with them grillin' looks You ain't no villain, you Dillon Brooks (ha) Let me guess, you on your grizzly, tryna diss me I'm looking at him like Bron, "Dawg, who is he?" (Who?) Outpace motherfuckers on the ten speed (we out) This Ukrainian gettin' billions, no Zelenskyy All these projects, I feel like Prince, B (uh-huh) YOD's KRS, you Prince Be (who?) Get thrown off a stage and leave home in a rage Go home, throw some Navy Blue on and burn sage Every time I write, the words flowin' off the page (right) Like the merchandise I got flyin' out the door My next shit 'bout to blow (he doesn't know) Yeah, yo, 'til that day come Prolly eatin' steak-umms, rappers is straight bums They tryna get close to dudes I wanna move away from (huh?) Watch how easily I replace 'em They footnotes like a bass drum Son, I been nice since ringtones and battles of kingdom (uh-huh) A forty deuce looking for baddies to bring home (grown) Never stay with one addy, this king roam (he doesn't know) All these rappers just wanna be daddy like King Combs Divide and conquer, inside my being resides a monster (uh) I line you up like you need a barber, don't be a martyr Don't be a starter, believe in karma, I'll be your sponsor (yeah) Go even farther and deadbeat like it need a father Get even darker than DMX on the streets of Yonkers The cheaper hawker love Mary Jane like I'm Peter Parker (uh) S.I. New Yorker, we don't make up stories, Sephora I mean to keep it a bean like Goya I'm a microphone fiend, my tree green as sequoia The New York State greens, have you ever seen that no more or nah? Life a B if you can't support her Ain't no price tag, if you gotta ask, then you can't afford her (ah) Your band real, but soon as your man squeal Get your man killed for that monkey business, you're mandrill If that man still stands and he takin' the standstill (he doesn't know) Put that steel on the stand and tell him to stand still (bum) Musicians usually are (tical) regarded As sort of the scum of the earth (nobody cares) And so if you want to, uh, be a musician (nobody knows) You just have to realize, nobody's really gonna care Five rings on my hand, Miyamoto Musashi Workin' to get bigger than the nigga who starred in Degrassi By the will and grace of God, I'ma do it, wallahi It's always the adversaries who be willin' to stop me Caught red-handed, hopin' that I'm dead stranded Yet I'm still givin' the hood what the Feds handed I cracked the code and played the cards from they hands, a gambit When I grab the mic, I crush your stamina, you will be damaged 'Cause using big words don't make you lyrical And goin' backwards in a swimmin' pool don't make you spiritual So if I bought a brand-new whip, they call it (wait a minute) Damn, whatever the next line was, I'm ballin' I'm the current boss, currency what I come across And currently, I been sharp as a knife that's on current frost Face, you a lost case, my life is all-state (he doesn't know) It's in good hands and I'm never off-pace Old school flows used for your old Droog Pro-tools, more grooves turn to soul food I'm doin' this 'cause I chose to These other niggas suck, they doin' what these hoes do For other MCs, the danger's imminent Most likely I'ma air this shit out, make mothers reminisce About a little rapper's delusion, thought he was infinite Label heard the record and said (What shit is this?)