[Verse 1]

Heyyo, this hip hop shit’s like a groupie nowadays

It’s too easy to fuck with, plus it go both ways

Anybody with a grill and a dick

Can come and get a number one hit and that’s it

Common used to love her, but even DMC don’t fuck with her

Since she hooked up with Danny Glover

She’s Hollywood, nigga

Fake ass dudes with no clues and Pro Tools

And Bathing Ape shoes is who niggas pay money for

Well get out your checkbook, real niggas rappin’ this here

My name’s Kardinal, came from the indie scene

When niggas still press vinyl for the promo team

When niggas still used twelves, when Preemo’s beats were still law

In between Hard Knock Life and Raw

I’m in between shit you never saw

And that boom bap rap that made you take your tape deck off pause

[Hook]

This means war

Y’all act like niggas ain’t bringin’ the real shit no more

This means war

Y’all act like niggas ain’t still bringin’ the real hardcore

[Verse 2]

One for the money, two’s for the skill

Three’s for all my niggas who sample Kill Bill

Four’s for the DJs who still carry crates

And five’s for wack niggas getting punched in the face

For spitting that bullshit, bringin’ down the curve

In the name of hip hop, nigga you got some nerve

I ain’t a backpack underground lyrical miracle bus-ridin’, shell-toed dude

But I'll still eat your food

On any given Sunday

Cool J or not I’ma rock them bells and get paid like J Foxx

No actin’, just give me the reel-to-reel

Like [?], I’m thorough like a Navy Seal

In every borough, but I ain’t busting shots for George

Tryna bust on the track and clear racks in stores

With M. Polo on the kick, it’s like Pele on the MP

I’m crack, even Joe gotta envy

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I turned on the radio and laughed to myself

Nowadays anybody wear diamonds in they belt

And a target on they back for the shots

And hate for the cops go pop without giving a second thought

Fuck that, nigga, I’ma go pop too

Two shots in their head just to clear out the room

Grab that microphone and show you who’s boss

And rep for the hoods like a burning cross

But just without Bush and the rest of the gang

They got up in with more girls than K.D. Lang

Ellen, and Bill Clinton combined

Must be a sign of the times

Nigga read my face, you can’t fuck with the lines

Every time you think I ain’t got no more heat

I just call Marco Polo and I destroy the beat

I’m a tyrannosaurus without a thesaurus

Niggas get ate, get a verse before my release date

There it is

One more time my nigga

I’m a tyrannosaurus without a thesaurus

Niggas get ate, get a verse before my release date

There it is

[Hook]