[Intro: Set It Off sample]
All these women run together
These motherfuckas was all over me
But I represented
I need somethin' I can set it off with
[Verse 1]
Two White Russians, need no drinks
But I'm happy, have two smiley's in my pocket
With my hoodie on, flying through eras
Am a fucking beast in the booth, Cooky pussy; Beastie Boys
Yeah, I am the rap's Tarantino
The dude lies bloody as if he had red chinos
Pardon garçon, your glances taste of citrus
I am a thousand light years from you; the star Sirius
Ah, I am the star from Syria
And you can press pause if you can't handle the hubris
And stop asking why I don't even speak with an accent
Fucking miracle that I have anything left of my psyche yet
My time has come, so watch me, grazie
See me rap on a catwalk fo Versace
I am the rap's Liberace
As if anyone's gonna exceed me? Never!
[Hook]
It becomes gold when I lay my hand upon
Silver around my neck and I hold the game locked
Y'all can talk, but it ends with dropped curtains
I swear on my mother, I'll give them what they can withstand
[Verse 2]
She said we should play strip poker
And I'm already wearing little clothing
She tries to look away, but it doesn't go so well
Undress before I can touch you
Ah, my girls are like fucking military
They fight to get me at the front of the concert
Ah, my girls are fucking revolutionary
We throw molotovs, and you're not like any of us
And now they write that I'm too intense
But I'm not intense, I'm a fucking G
Pussy power, Wu Tang Clan; we are Killa Beez
We are Valerie Solanas, we are Gudrun, we are Alicia Keys
Bitch, please! I am a star - not a celebrity
Honestly, I'm not straight - I'm lesbian
Walla, Imam has taken over, not Allah
And dudes who try, I've gone past all of you
[Hook]
It becomes gold when I lay my hand upon
Silver around my neck and I hold the game locked
Y'all can talk, but it ends with dropped curtains
I swear on my mother, I'll give them what they can withstand