Product Of Espionage

[Intro]
Excellence, excellence

[Verse]
I keep flame, heat thangs
Cooked beef when beef came
Chop niggas up, free graves
Midnight money meat train
Bring death to you guys, Em's a product of espionage
Beat you to death with a pair of skates, skates
Out a Wayne Gretzky’ll ride
Yeah, you sucked Ronnie dick, nigga
You sucked at it, you put it in your eye
The motherfucker killed his self, killed his self
He really wanted to die
Proof and his mom passеd on, ask
"How come her son still didn't get paid?"
Hе's on line, beggin’ for a verse (verse)
Threw him nothin' but shade
Royce, you a slave from the cradle to the grave, good maid
House nigga dressed like his master, just to go to the rave
Kim fucked the group up, she was in love with Proof
You made him disappear, poof; sippin' Gray Goose
Call me Mr. Jesus
This ain't church, I ain't no preacher, more like spoken word
This shit realer than slangin' weed, pills, kids, dope and birds
This plan was so superb - it was Jon Sheckler, Rich Morales
Stretch Armstrong and Paul Rosenberg
Created the great white hype: blond hair, blue eyes, bright light
Found out I was tight, right? (Right?) Plus so disturbed
They invented Shady, CB4, the rap fraud
Black niggas got bread, never offered white niggas the black card
Now hip-hop's dead, I'm tryna bring it back, God
Hip Hop Classics, then Evolve
NoLifeShaq brought it to my backyard
This ain’t the ’80s, I'm whippin’ some babies, whippin' Mercedes
The mission is crazy; like R. Kelly, you prob'ly be pissin' on babies
Wishin’ on Hades, this four-five ever stain, kissin' on Shady
Like, "Oh my God, he's in a box"; should've never disobeyed me
This that medicinal gravy, not no shrimp or lo mein-y
They won't let us drought if a nigga was Romani
This a no-brainy, shit is so zany
Say, "Fuck the honky, fuck the honky, fuck the honky"
You went from bronze to blond, back to bronze
You a donkey