Stop

[Intro: Mr. Metaphor]
Yo. Check it out. Yo, yo. Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor]
Let it jump off, hit you in the chest, make your lungs cough
Ripping up your flesh, never come soft. My style’s
Unorthodox. I’ll call the shots. Metaphor
Electrifying rappers that absorb the shocks. I’ll turn
The planet upside-down so you’re forced to drop
It’s a battle on my grounds—yo, the war don’t stop
Fuck your cars, fuck your name, fuck your corporate watch
I’m throwing all you fish-bait rappers off the dock
And to that chickenhead bitch I’m throwing off the cliff:
You didn’t give me head, bitch, and you lost that clip
I’m the captain of the ship, five-star action flick
Cruising through the air like Maverick. I’m not having it
I’ll snap your backs like a carrot stick. My spit hit
Harder than an acid hit, get your cabbage split
This ain’t no rabbit-out-a-hat magic trick. I’m on
Some savage shit, taking over all your weak establishments

[Hook: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] (x2)
You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son
Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better
Stop. Stop all that bullshit you talk. You better
Move. We’re coming out of Brooklyn, New York

[Verse 2: Bishop]
Yo, yo, turn me up, nigga
‘Til your ears bleed and you feel a rush. Bishop closest thing
To perfect as you’ll ever come, flow Armageddeon
Dough? I have barely none. Hoes? Plenty go and come
[?] niggas Rockefeller
The boy who painted this rap game is stuck in
A fast lane, the first nigga alive to wet you with flames
Rapping exorcist splashing the best, spit
At the worst. Releasing a verse, I’ll watch your head spin
In less than tenth of a second, your end is a lesson
For niggas like you that try to follow your footsteps
If you really think you’re fucking with me, gamble it all
I’ll battle niggas for their record deals on stage, on their own tour
The Cold War turned hot in me
The living reason why they wrote laws and put cops on streets
Niggas ain’t stopping me—only probably
If I put the fifth to my own head and squeeze

[Hook: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] (x2)
You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son
Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better
Stop. Stop all that bullshit you talk. You better
Move. We’re coming out of Brooklyn, New York

[Verse 3: Will Tell]
Yo. Yo, yo. Ayyo
L’s get properly wrapped. Copperfield rap
David and Goliath, four mixed into one
Battle bloody like Hannibal vs. Caesar, gladiator niggas
Eager to escape the Escape State slums
Drunk off frozen Bacardi margaritas, roll with three-strike
Niggas, three-time repeaters. More dough means larger
Heaters. Rolling Garcia Vegas in the eyes of haters
Violators face incarceration in the iron maiden
Let the lions loose, open the cage. Y’all died in the
Home of the brave and rose from the grave
Reincarnated, the eight niggas formed a circle and spoke my name
My cult followers swallowed more poison than Jones, James
Shine like gold chains. If you want to survive
Stop. Give me my props. We got it on lock
And to all them bouncing niggas that can boulder the door
Word? Say no more. Yo, I told you before

[Hook: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell] (x2)
You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son
Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better
Stop. Stop all that bullshit you talk. You better
Move. We’re coming out of Brooklyn, New York

[Outro: Mr. Metaphor and Will Tell]
You better move, get out the way. Better duck, son
Slide, move if you wanna survive. You better
Stop