Verse 1 (The Chief):
Put ya hands together, but ain't nobody holdin' rosaries
This is LA the weather is hot, but no one is cold as me, I
Dead 'em and leave em in dirt, thats how it works man
Kill at the expense of a verse, it's gonna hurt man
It's gotta happen, no matter what the people telling me
Sending you them bars for anyone committing felonies
I, do this for real, I was smoking for the feels
Now I’m higher than sky, man somebody take the wheel
I can't focus, I’m seeing all these colors in my eye sight
Balling like I’m kobe, homie, all you see is highlights
And in the end you gon rank me among the best
You gon think about the past, and hold them banners to yo chest
Los Angeles the homie, the city where it's all good
Chilling with prettiest angels and yet they all hood
And never mind how all the people talk about style
Flowing all this water give a fuck about a drought now
Verse 2 (Dantana):
You staring at LAs greatest Get your face fixed
On the road to success and I'm driving so ebrasive
I do this for my city matter fact it's for my state bitch
Like cartoons clothes is mother fucker never changing Ugh
Yeah im so Ukrainian You see what Cali made of em
So hungry that I'm snatching every mother fucking plate from em
Eat it in their face then I ask em how it taste to them
They say they rocking with me, but I sense a lot of hate in them
Tell me why they hating him? Hope they ain't lost faith in em
Even Angelina knows there ain't no breakin em
Keep them bitches on they toes for my awakenin
You know how that shit goes, but there ain't no Drake in em
DanTana mother fucker if you ain't know yet
9-5 with the hustle like I'm working for a check
Ride or Die for my brothers like the matters life or death
And I'm never getting muzzled cuz I say it with my chest, boy
Verse 3 (First Amendment):
Welcome back I know that you faggots missed me
I noticed none of you diss me cause that would be way too risky
Fuckin bitches flatter than playin ultimate frisbee
I drink a bottle of whiskey Your raps soft as Radio Disney
Rockin gear from the oufit of Los Angeles
Like 2Pac in the 90's you know that we keep it Skandalouz
Runnin like a vandal with sandals I keep my candles lit
Doin this shit so big the whole city can't even handle this
Don't try to cancel it I'm runnin laps smokin fast
Only got one rubber I'm really hopin this ho can last
Flag is at half-mast You rappers are so trash
LA Outfit shine as bright as atomic nuclear blasts
Don't have enough cash or Drizzy on the chorus
Not a better squad to ever come after or before us
Horny as a Stegasaurus Dick stiff as Rigor mortis
Put your body in storage and pass it over to Metaphaurus
Verse 4 (Metaphaurus):
Save your pen ink for your autopsy report
This is karate with swords I'm not sloppy in form
Yo, I'm piling the floor with dyin bodies of all
Sucka wack emcees I can't stop bothering the morgue
The way I flow I rip tidals matter fact RIP Tidal
Lately Jay's had too many Z's he's been idle
He once was an idol I'd write watchin the throne
But now I'm watchin the throne You might stop him with clones
I'm second to none, but you? second to none
I'll give your dentist some fun right after dentin your front
Told you not to fuck wit me the soju brought the drunk in me
The go-to for the dumb mc's who won't do more than touch the keys
Stuck in the comments section of YouTube instrumentals
I'm Cthulhu with a pencil and I bruise who missed the memo
My brain is a train wreck and I got some loco motives
Dare to go Toe to toe with the shogun poet who wrote this?
