The Imperial

Yo, it's the rap scott disick

Come through the fucking block with some hot lizards

Blowing loud in the blizzard

Put six digits on the wizards, shit, just don't tell my mrs.

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 getting head in the pool, bitch

Bitch, I'm just better than you

Yeah, around the world like four times

All because a motherfucker spit more 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 shooting big game with a small 9

The bottom line of selling these pebbles

Get away with your life earnings while I'm tryna dodge these devils

The whole squad gucci, jordans, but chances are

You in lv if you running with these rebels

I'm selling wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack

Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks

The chick riding with me, she polished, she a dime

She stylish, check her hoe fax, her mileage is bad, she silent

The desert eagle hit a better the people

Selling 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 thread in the needle

You know me, it ain't nothing 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 to call it a while, it's go philly

It's shorties in the front row flashing 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

I'mma put a polka dot on your dome and kwamã© you

This is the big payoff, soliloquy of chaos

Another rapper gonna get rocked like amadeus

Defeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a sã©ance

It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey y'all

I plan to keep a band like fela

Until when my career's over like ai

It's me and the muhammads, ali's bail out

That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I

Listen, my calling card ball hard like armadillos

Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos

Shaking their hair back and forth like willow

But need to save the soft ass talking 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 stepping razor like I'm father tosh

Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the maharaja

Sip with some margara, 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 starting out, but me, I'm more accomplished

The imperial black thought from the foreign object

I created a movement not just related to music

They keep asking 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

Making 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, motherfuckers, don't 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 talking I'mma consider it shots fired

At the outlier and start it up like a hotwire, nigga