[verexplainse 1: royce da 5'9"]
(today's agenda) riding with ? sisters
pistol on hip, hip to your pistol

the day i bow down to a (*##$ will be the day i throw a bottle at rihanna inside a strip club
leave the booth just to leave a tooth floating around inside of your pimp cup
what goes around comes around in the form of karma

nah, that's probably just me riding around your town in a fisker
penning a rhyme equivalent to a winning lottery ticket
uh, fresh of that weight scale, living a crooked heaven on earth

giving them straight hell
kick in the door of them awards, wondering where are we sitting
^!$$%s with tight jeans looking like where are they fitting

beware of they writtens
it's parallel to an arab sitting in the terrorist @@#!pit heading for hell's kitchen
i talk greasier than harold's chicken

don't cross me i leave scales tipping
i'm coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale
fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale)


my (*##$ curvy as a persian virgin's features
she here to serve me, she here to disturb the reaper

i keep bank, speak frankless, word to ariza
i'm fly as a bird and high as the burg's khalifa
i ride with kings, y'all ride with fiends

you fraudulent ^!$$%s remind me of a ponzi scheme
one of y'all ^!$$%s was probably cool in school
the rest of y'all ^!$$%s was clowns, we should call you the fonzi team

i'm hate-prone
^!$$%s listen like ain't this about a (*##$ like a drake song 'cause my cake long
so stay strong 'cause your (*##$ giving me cheekbone

like grace jones using my dick like a payphone
but she ain't getting the call back
she getting the ball sack, hitting the jaw just where we parked at

quick as a car jack, i ain't tryna be funny
i'm tryna be missionary lying on top of my money
i'm coming (fresh off that weight scale)


[verse 2: crooked i]
(today's agenda) what the $#&@ would i stop for

knowing i need more guap stored in my sock drawer
they want an encore when the flow is at mach four
king of the jungle no lying, i let the glock roar

and this bulletproof vest is irrelevant
i'm telling them look at your melon, i'm nailing a shell in it
and the shell is moving right through your melon into your skeleton

then the felon is belling the same pitch the fella was yelling and
police sirens respond to heat firing, i'ma keep firing
i'ma flee, i'ma be quiet, i'm a g, i'm a beat tyrant

from long beach and i'm east side
i oughta, bury you artists like an artifact
serious as a heart attack, dodger hat, slaughter tats

roger that, all the rap, that's me
can't believe ice never thought of that, who the $#&@ brought it back
(fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale

fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale)
fresh off that weight scale
i guess i'm canibus and kool moe dee, 'cause it's hard for me to take l's

i'm tryna make more cake than a bake sale
tell the jakes i'ma make bail then escape 'cause i hate jail
all these rappers saying they spitting hard raps

before i buy that %#@!, show me the barfax
i got a tongue like a sharp ax
i got a ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off tarmacs

this is how real it is
when i ghostwrite for ^!$$%s, i'm speaking through them, i'm really just a ventriloquist
a iller lyricst, a hint of ignorance

a pinch of militant, a perfect description of what this ^!$$% is
pull out a scale and weight cds
then distribute it to the fans 'til they need me

i'm a drug dealer so put out an apb
the same %#@! that gave these 80s babies add


[verse 3: joell oritz]
(today's agenda) pyrex sit in the kitchen feeling your eye sweat
gripping your wrist and watching that pie stretch

pitching to different ^!$$%s for figures, never slipping
5-0 tripping, i dip on them through the projects
dope boy mindset, gotta get this money
apply the same grind to this rhyme %#@!
? pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a track

pick a flow, i pick it apart like a locksmith digging in his nose
sit in the park with the dre's on, ? gone, heavy to eight long
put brains on pre-k, the shell is a crayon
man i'm just tryna write, please leave me alone
'cause i ain't tryna fight, i'm a different iron mike

bite your ear with a syllable, lay a hook that'll finish you
throwing jabs at you little dudes, my opponents get rid of you
hit my corner and listen to eminem, cook and ?
while joey $#&@ing the ring girl and this fight is unfixable, uh
you rocking with a bqe boy

[that bb, qzqs and bb kings with d-boy?]
today's agenda, flame contenders
and have they dame giving brain to they favorite member, yaowa
(fresh off that weight scale)


[verse 4: joe budden]
(today's agenda) diary of a mad man
machete joe ? here i am
ain't gotta lie, what you see is what you get, ain't nothing modified
me, i give them the same song, go check with spotify
don't get the context wrong, i'm the same g

spending old money, y'all swear it was the same g
yea these model hoes cute and entertain me
and though i let them go to the head, they never change me
far from innocent
your favorite rapper got a head nod before he approached and check my temperament
i wake sleepy hollow, should of done a ct scan
go to colorado right now and watch batman

so my dad think i'm styling, how when
i'm everything he'd be if these new drugs was out then
? homes, rolling stone
but how i wouldn't let a stone roll, wonder why i'm stone cold
problem child to aggravated adult
got bad cards but i ain't blaming my hand, it's logic
i hate jewelry and authority the same

so how the $#&@ you think i feel about a chain of command, i'm saying
i tell you how you different from i
you always hugging the block, i kiss it goodbye
sober, my last drinking game started with truth or dare
and ended with me thinking a name
so y'all call it out of control, i'm confused when
to think that you in something to me is the illusion

there's your answer, [verbal smash cancer?]
now the strip club is a ba!@&(t, i just came in with some dancers
house gang, the clan made it
used to be scared of ?, thought the klan made it
joey the fan favorite
love then hate it both 'cause i can't fake it
and if i did i would never tell

i said that all wrong, y'all would never tell
i keep the mind$#&@ tucked for the jezzebelle
even if they help make it %#@! would never fail

biatch!