Statik Selektah - The Imperial Lyrics
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]Yo it's the rap Scott DisickCome through the f**kin' block with some hot lizardsBlowin' loud in the blizzardPut 6 digits on the Wizards, shit, just don't tell my missesDamn, she throw the dice with a red gloveSpread love, spread legs from the bed to the tubFloor to the closetReal sex on the PanasonicI'm gettin' head in the pool, **********, I'm just better than youYeah, around the world like 4 timesAll because a mothaf**ka spit more rhymesYeah, more lines, more linesShit, feed 'em more lines and more linesI won't dumb it down for moronsIt's like shootin' big game with a small 9[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]Bottom line of sellin' these pebblesGet away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devilsThe whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances areYou in LV if you runnin' with these rebelsI'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crackEvery syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacksChick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dimeShe stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silentThe Desert Eagle hit a [?] peopleSellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegalI hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believeThat it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needleYou know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobeI'm low key, even more so than Thor's broImpeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse CodeThen peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go[Verse 3: Black Thought]And you say New York CityMy cheapest t-shirts cost me $450Listen for me to call it [?], it's go PhillyIt's shorties in the front row flashin' both tittiesThe texture of my voice is coarse, it's so grittyThat I could make the people revolt with no DiddyI used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank NittyIn the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with himRiq Gees for mayor, a franchise playerYeah, you might say I'm in the book of IsaiahThe highway is what his mind weighYeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yahThis is the big payoff, soliloquy of ChaosAnother rapper gon' get rocked like AmadeusDefeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a seanceIt's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey yaI plan to keep a band like FelaUntil when my career's over like A.IIt's me and the Muhammads, Ali, [?]That never played the porch or asked for mother, may IListen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillosRappers too thin to win, like cigarillosShakin' their hair back and forth like WillowBut need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillowsI had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashedLike a slug below the soles of the St. LaurentsMy response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father ToshExotic fabrics on my blazer like the MaharajaSip with some margara, roll with no entourageBut I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and BoshI keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavasEven though they give us ours free, like the AmistadI know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compassGo right the f**k up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontistSome rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplishedThe imperial Black Thought from the foreign objectI created a movement not just related to musicThey keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the unionAll these haters is human, but I'm a different breedThey be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different leagueKiller colloquium, kush rolled with opiumMakin' my associates act so inappropriateI got weapons manufactured in the SovietNow I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" shitAyo the, the, the boss is backTake that, and while you're at it, make my coffee blackI tried to tell you mothaf**kas, don't respond, reactI'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of factYo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, NasI ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mineAny side talkin', I'ma consider it shots firedAt the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire
