In Session (Moneybags McMahon)

[Intro: Vince McMahon and John Cena]
What's up, boss?
Yeahhh, huh
How you doing?
Yeah, what's good in the hood?
Just holding it down, tryna take care of business
Keep it up, my n***a!

[Verse: Korban Baxter]
The court is now in session, put down your weapons
No need to bear arms, try some shit, you'll catch a talon
Call me Moneybags McMahon, that's my only patent
This is a needle to the eye of the storm, switching up your average dorms
Caught a n***a lackin' out the bodega
Black boss and politician, black down my competition
It's me against you, the jury isn't pretty fond of what you're bringing to the table
Tryna reach for something more stable
Break the cables that hang above the constitutes over your head
Take the lyrical scissors, cut, you'll end up dead
It's Noriega giving out guns as a savior, I'm your favorite n***a
This is like craft beer 'cause it's pretty bitter
Had a couple homies turn their girls in to babysitters
Busting for a lifestyle that I'm claiming
Bruce Wayne's pain is a gift, not a curse
No need to dispute or discourage
Honestly, this wasn't popular pending according to the jury
Your story isn't sturdy and your claims are pretty wordy
Worried about what happens when it takes apart the court
Our influence reaches passion, fucking whores

[Refrain: Korban Baxter]
This is Gotham
This the city of the owls, you'll catch a talon
If you gon' run your fucking mouth
We are the court, fuck you think we are about
This is Gotham
She is the city of the owls