Quit While You're Ahead

[chorus:]

You better quit while you're ahead

Ah that's what i said, or you're better off dead

Hey eh, you better quit while you're ahead

[verse 1: choclair]

I told ya (yeah)

I did (i did, i did)

Now, a lot of mc's walkin with no knees

They persistent with fuckin with me

I'm just that real laid back, chill bat, smokin them trees

But yo i turn into some african bees (if you're fuckin with me)

I'm unmatched, unpassed, since way back

Up upon them blocks, rockin mcm hats

Just spittin at these people like i'm swingin a bat

At scarborough village, where the pillage was at

(you better quit while you're)

All them girls in them pum pum shorts, where they wanted it fat (yes)

Yo, i ain't braggin, i'm just spittin the facts

No exaggeration (naw), no grippin on my balls for charm

A big mac with no lettuce and sauce

Now my collar bone is filled with stars and got stripes down the arm

Got class in the cut, pull the pin out the bomb, brother

Yo, so let them horns blow (yeah)

We're reppin this here because you all asked for it, so yo

[chorus x2: w/ ad libs]

[talking behind chorus: choclair]

I told ya

I told ya

[verse 2: classified]

I ain't goin nowhere, i got my people in here

We still got it after all the smoke clears

Now speakin mathematically, there's no comparin to my strategy

Tryin to measure up, i appreciate the flattery

But half of these rappers are half of a beat backwards

Claimin they on point man, ch-check the stats first

I've dropped 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years

Do the math right there

That's 144, on a one a month average

And that don't even count what i produced for other rappers

(you better quit while you're)

Done 5 tours, with 20 shows or more

And that's only dating back to 2004

Let's not forget the other years that don't apply to

Now name another rapper tourin canada like i do

I know i am, on the top of this

And i know i have, many accomplices

If the numbers add up you can't get rid of me

So kid, know your past or your future will be history

[chorus: w/ ad libs]

[verse 3: maestro]

The maes, the maes is smooth and here to soothe you when

Mc's lose, he keeps improvin

'cause he keeps comin back with more and more hits

(ahh shit), suckers better quit

When you touch my first record, then we can talk

Start prayin, start fastin, then we can walk

I'm makin movies now, while rappers still runnin their lips

Get off my dick, i'm tryin to study my script

(you better quit while you're)

I got politicians callin 'cause i'm influential

Beat makers want my voice on their instrumentals

Rappers makin mixtapes, then they get out of line

Except i've never seen a record yet do better than mine

They just keep recyclin, not excitin

Never the less i just put it to rest 'cause wes keeps enticin them

'stro fans wonder how he's gonna flow next

But all you gotta know is that he so fresh wes

(godfather, god bless), still i spark the flame

Only rapper from toronto on the walk of fame

Now who you think toronto trusts more - me or you?

Who you think toronto loves more - me or you?

Son i'm not tryin to say that i'm better than y'all

I'm just on another level than y'all, so just move

[chorus x2: w/ ad libs]

[verse 4: moka only (classified)]

Man y'all can't talk about stats without puttin your boy moka in

(yo, that's why i got at you man, let 'em know)

You see my braggin rights could be wrote on the longest list

The most prolific rapper in the world that fits

In my palm like this, my likeness is ubiquitous

36 albums underneath my belt

I whip 'em off like they bisquick biscuits bitch

And ain't many that can deal with the heat that's felt

Rappers on the thing underneath my briefs and belt

I said (you better quit while you're ahead)

Mok a kept on with the keep on

You can't sleep on, so get gone and go get my coffee gopher

The girls on my toblerone, the bone her

Head stat on your cold toner

I've got the junos and the platinum plaques back at home

7 mmvas, i can hold my own

A known felon when it come to the microphone chrome

Choclair, class, maestro and moka only, let's go

[chorus]

[talking behind the chorus: moka only]

Man we got stats

Comin at ya like some baseball bats

You fall flat, fall back nigga