Meet Joe Black

Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game

When the QB chain birthed most the chains in the game?

No post office was stampin' time

Took out a slice out of the Big Apple, made apple pies, family sized

Leather bombers and Nike Sacais

Dangerous corners, you better pray that tomorrow arrives

Rap Sugar Ray Robinson, nothin' sweet

Y'all too out of shape to even box with me

Heavyweight, I know my way around the ring

Just like shorty know her way around the store

Makin' hits with Hit-Boy, all he gotta do is hit record

Record breakin' news, had to show up just to fill the void

Confused spoiler, oh, boys, y'all better keep your poise

Leave me out of the weasel shit

Be cool when you see me, I'm hotter than all that rap diva shit

The hood know you pussy, so we don't buy or believe in it

Locked in on the instrumental, I took back the key to this, uh

Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that flow back

Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that?

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that

I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that flow back (What I'm sayin'?)

Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that? (Uh)

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that (Yeah)

I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

What I'm sayin', people sayin' what's already been said

Predictions, I don't listen, it's already in my head, no funny shit

Your most hungry place, I was past that at twenty-eight

Underground tapes, ask my ASCAP and publishing stakes

As we slide in the G-ride

I been gettin' criticized, it's keepin' me energized

Create with a business mind, I'm from where killers reside

A wild hood, only knew goons since my childhood

**** say anything in they raps 'cause it sound good

Don't even mean what they say, horrible outlook

Y'all ain't really 'bout this, house nigs

Y'all was in the house with it

We don't respect fake jewelry and silly outfits

Window down, blowin' out kush

Grey tints, New York's J Prince on Houston Street

I caught the bounce before my **** even bounced the beat

I took the hard way in this shit, man, it's the route for me, uh

Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that flow back

Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that?

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that

I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

Run me the keys, run me the B's, run me that flow back

Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that?

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that

I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game

When the QB chain birthed most the chains in the game?

Why would I?

"For real talk, the **** who killed hip hop for real is Nas, dog

That **** killed hip hop (Hip hop is dead)

That **** went and told everybody about it

He came out publicly and said

Hip hop is dead"