The Imperial

Yo it's the rap Scott Disick
 Come through the fuckin' block with some hot lizards
 Blowin' loud in the blizzard
 Put 6 digits on the Wizards, shit, just don't tell my misses
 Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove
 Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub
 Floor to the closet
 Real sex on the Panasonic
 I'm gettin' head in the pool, bitch
 Bitch, I'm just better than you
 Yeah, around the world like 4 times
 All because a mothafucka spit raw rhymes
 Yeah, more lines, more lines
 Shit, feed 'em more lines and more lines
 I won't dumb it down for morons
 It's like shootin' big game with a small 9
 Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles
 Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils
 The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are
 You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels
 I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vials of crack
 Every syllable and vowel is a fact, I throw stacks
 The chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime
 She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is back, she solid
 The Desert Eagle here to better the people
 Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal
 I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe
 That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle
 You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe
 I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro
 Impeccable ear, I take Braille, make it Morse Code
 Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go
 And you say New York City
 My cheapest t-shirts cost me $450
 Listen for me, the call of the wild is "Go Philly!"
 It's shorties in the front row flashin' both titties
 The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty
 That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy
 I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty
 In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him
 Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player
 Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah
 The highway is what his mind weigh
 Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah
 This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos
 Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus
 Defeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a seance
 It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya
 I plan to keep a band like Fela
 Until when my career's over like A.I
 It's me and the Muhammads, Ali, bay' ah
 That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I
 Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos
 Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos
 Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow
 But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows
 I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed
 Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents
 My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh
 Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja
 Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage
 But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh
 I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas
 Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad
 I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass
 Go right the fuck up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist
 Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished
 The imperial Black Thought from The Foreign Objects
 I created a movement not just related to music
 They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union
 All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed
 They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league
 Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium
 Makin' my associates act so inappropriate
 I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet
 Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" shit
 Ayo the, the, the boss is back
 Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black
 I tried to tell you mothafuckas on Respond/React
 I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact
 Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas
 I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine
 Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired
 At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire