Halftime (Butcher’s Remix)

[Verse 1]
We rap just to get passed like blunts
Grab a mask and duck, cause the cops racist on a manhunt
I'm from a place where bullets better than your vaccination
Your watch is worth an arm and leg expect an amputation
Theres rush hour train traffic on my transportation
My pores pouring radiation like a cancer patient
Master ceremonies, Pastor Mase, Master Mason
I hacked into your Bandcamp account and hit cancellation
I did us all of favor. Hunts Point hall-of-famer
Bronx savior. Led you to the archangel, Arcadia
Bar for bar barricaded for my paraphernalia
Poppa was probably balled and chained and called a failure
There ain't no saints in my neighborhood
I'm the lion on Noah's Ark, I'm letting y'all Negus live for the greater good
Im exercising my pull until I'm paid in full
You Kevin Carroll cats is past prime. It's half time

[Verse 2]
It's like that—you know it's like that
I got at him, now you'll never get the mic back
They took the culture out the Bronx I brought it right back
You see the cynic in your sight and you get side tracked
Silence when I step in. You in a situation that you can't win
Me and the mic are best friends, like Vegas poker gambling
I'm in another league while coach is in the corner scrambling
I don't take it easy often I'm a walking warning pamphlet
Been running rampant. Opponents panic
They fuck with me but they ain't touching me they on some tantrics
I snuck into the studio constructed this and vanished
But luckily I covered up the damage picked locked and door handles
I was always outstanding. But now I relax and strive
I still couldn't name the members of Jackson 5
A 90s baby dropping jewels but you never listen
With more kicks than the cabinet in grandmas kitchen
In the zone, Nas spitting, Jay with his Samsung
Jordan-esque Kobe rhythm. Leg kicking and one
Gave you power stories of a handgun
R is the god and Nas is god's son. Y is god's grandson
Wired off the energy
RVD leap frog, flying off a canopy
Meeting with some PR, dying off my sanity
Never tell me what the hell I cannot be
You can never limit what you cannot see
No limit. No game. No gimmick
Y'all wouldn't know to recognize good with no cynic
My Negus know a house ridden hallmark nigga
Y's ending top 5. That's a ballpark figure
Aw man
I'm paying respects to one of the greatest
And they ain't even give me 24 hours to make this
Imagine what I could do in a whole careers time
I can start a revolution when I rhyme. It's half time

[Outro]
Shout-outs to Nas
YC the Cynic
Boogie Down Bronx
Aw, man!