Rolling 200 Deep XIV

[Verse 1]
The drama king, you ain't gotta give us a dime
We body all these niggas up, one at a time
Gather everybody else up and put 'em in line
You think that I'm blind? Nigga, is you out of your line?
It took a hundred MCs to put 'em on a track
And then two hundred more niggas that thought they could rap
Well, it's gon' take three hundred more before I'll pull this jab
And that's six hundred niggas [?] body like that

[Verse 2]
Pussy in your face, it's crunch time
I don't give a fuck about your verse or punchline
I'ma spaz out, bitch, you take your pass out
Now I got your head in the ground with your ass out
I pull a [?] from the fall, I'm gangsta
Front up on me on some stupid shit, I'ma shank ya
Wakе your asses up, Henny, no sanctum
Danger, Kay Slay cеrtified banger, two hundred

[Verse 3]
None of you need to know who I am
My vocals are grams bagged up, coke in the flan
Now I got the world hopin' again
Jesus now comin' to flesh, and all that's off this shit ain't
I'm scrollin' with hands, test until this journey will end
Divide my circle in threes, like I roll in the tens
Family business to me, that's how my focus extend
Three-sixty degrees and my [?]

[Verse 4: Da Inphamus Amadeuz]
I'm at the head of the table, you send a shot, then it better be fatal
I use microphone cables to strangle the head of ya label
New York back so you better be grateful
Ain't got to be two hundred deep for the Kay to slay you
With the bars we ain't stacking even, I spit heat like a dragon breathing
Then cool it down like the track is freezing
97 Piff package season
I spit fire to the meter on the gasket steaming

[Verse 5]
With my day ones daily, used to re-up twice
Your favorite rapper don't keep [?] ice
[?] whole sail, I can meet y'all price
Before verse, same Gs, Off-White, on sight
Bring them choppas and quickly spin blocks
If drama let 'em know what's in store, [?] in [?] chips
Any truck co-profiting, boy, you see the drip
Your water [?] me a co-follow

[Verse 6]
Nowadays you got a budget, you can't pay to be it
No matter how much money you spend, you can't pay to be it
Only drug you ever deal was a basketball practice
Only real you keep it is the Reels you postin' with captions
SF, I'm it, Slay said I was chosen
Like a groupie in the mix tryna take all these flicks
All the stripes to say you got as invisible lines
Cross the line, that's the end of your time, it's Kay

[Verse 7]
They askin' how I got, just pull up and cheer, nigga, I'm top tier
From the beginnings you child niggas was not there
Always talkin' money and women, but I do not care
Mad 'cause my records be spinnin' like some [?]
I'm spittin' like I'm pitchin' the top of the knife in it
And all the basses is loaded with no outs so get it clear
I don't really care what you talkin' 'bout 'cause it no hear
Ever need a verse or a hook? Hit me, I spit it

[Verse 8]
Mono or stereo, electric frequences
That'll put your whole radio into [?], gettin' televised
Bar shoppin' then I beam on this top shit, enterprise
[?] sample, rappers [?]
Pull [?] back in 'em
TNT, Bronx bandido
With the, with the, with the, with the, with the, with the funky estilo

[Verse 9]
I'll rap, slap on beats, I get abusive
Uncharted ball with flows are all inclusive
Yeah, this is [?]
This some [?] shots, you need a booster
Better [?] with me, put your brows up
Cut from the soil and flourish, death to your flowers
[?] with a [?] been in doubt
The scholar [?] with a symbol of black power

[Verse 10]
The blind leadin' the blind in these wicked times we livin' in
We pin the scent, the streets is menacin', they cure the innocent
Assemblin' my thoughts while I'm sittin' up in this [?]
God made us in His image when I'm [?] resemblance
Hard lake, lake, I'm [?], I be [?]
I'm workin', push the clock and keep the talkin' to a minimum
Niggas listenin', poppin' they gums like singin' citizens
You talkin' like it's sugar, lil' nigga, check your insulin

[Verse 11]
Let me get my two cents
Curtis Blow, I'm the blueprint
First rapper signed, first to go gold
Forty years later, still in the new Benz
I gave Steve Jobs the breaks
I guess we are the greats
It's [?], it was fate
Happy 3-5-0, hip-hop blow out the cake