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[Intro: Joseph Sikora & DJ Kay Slay]
Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?
I have no fuckin' idea, man
Well you a legend, brother
And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?
Yo man, I been hip-hop since day one
I'm hip-hop frontline
These mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man
Yo, you been through it all, man
You were all city king of grafitti
Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man
I know your story, M.C
And you got full knowledge of self
You got all the elements of hip-hop
But you forgettin' the most important one
And what's that?
That's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game
And you stayin' in this mother fucker
They don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!
Yo, I don't give a fuck!
You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!
Kill this mother fuckin' game!

[Verse 1: Nino Man]
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tryin' to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
[?] throw out the trash, you really dumpin' 'em
He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' him
Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks
Can't tell who real for you, confusin' as fuck
That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger gets tucked
I'm from Thirty Lanks [?]
Got up for half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes
You can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business
'Cause I'm the man with the power
I'm really sturdy with this, you should'da heard the witness
This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island
They ain't comin' home yet so they [?] wilin'
Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play
Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like blade, blades

[Verse 2: Vado]
They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets
[?] gonna be the next president, y'all watch her
'For I ever picture me fallin', non-profit
Gotta get money as long as you got pockets
Twenty-four hours they call, non-stop shit
Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate
Fiends catch [?] from [?], they pop-lock it
Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in
There's a lot of abomination
They came at Bill 'cause he try'na buy a station [?]
Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation
Police kill, the decline, no time facin'
I can't breath, answer, man, please
Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze
Remember me standin' not on my damn knees
Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea

[Verse 3: Mysonne]
I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire
I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire
Y'all know I inspire and motivate
Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate
Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach
I feed my team before I eat
Before I breach security, I die with my purity
Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity
Grown man, shit
G.O. banshee [?]
I use to sell grams, never no scam shit
I do need your respect, no fan shit
Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit
Fam, you in a cage with a lion
You engaged in war with a giant
You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord the only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'

[Verse 4: Fred The Godson]

[Verse 5: Locksmith]

[Verse 6: Jon Connor]

[Verse 7: Joell Ortiz]