Off of these two cards
you all gave me, these the two best bars
I ever seen on this show. I’m from where the beef is
inevitable, summertime’s unforgettable. Boosters in abundance,
buy a half-price sweater new. Your word was everything,
so everything you said you’d do. You did it, couldn’t talk
about it if you ain’t live it. First and foremost,
he rhyming syllables. I’m a syllables guy.
He talking about the hood, he took me there,
he buy a half-price sweater new. You know what I’m saying? Real
shit. Anything you said you’d do, you did it, couldn’t talk
about it if you ain’t live it. Fire right here, that’s a 10.
Whole Shawn Carter. I got shot in my top
but it ain’t stop the passion. I just got up
and got shit popping, I kept dropping classics. Eight hundred
for my Versace glasses. Teaching my youngins
how to break up the bricks, call it karate classes. Again, it’s another 10.
Know what I’m saying? That’s my boss,
Conway the Machine. It’s a 10, because like I said
I’m heavy on the syllables. Stop the passion,
dropping classics, Versace glasses, karate classes.
Know what I’m saying? It’s a rapid action, you already
know the Machine, he an animal. I’m ’bout the S with the lines
through ’em. Partition with
the blinds pulled. Had a deal on the table
from Arm & Hammer, I was gon’ sign to ’em. Me, I’m a sucker
for drug-dealing talk. You know what I mean? So I had a deal from Arm &
Hammer, I was gon’ sign to ’em. That’s fire right here,
I give this a four. Know what I’m saying?
That’s dope. Hunnid thousand plus
hunnid thousand my whip. 30 thousand plus
30 thousand my wrist. We got alcohol,
plus bad (bleep), that’s lit. I swear, baby,
we was just kissin’, that’s it. Whoever it is, they stuntin’,
I respect that. But you know what I mean? It sound more like a hook
to some bars, you know what I’m saying?
I give this a two and a half, probably something better
if I hear it over the beat. Chop and get screwed. I told her it’s BYOB,
that mean buy your own boobs. Put it on God,
he the one who put me on top. Can’t be put in a box,
gotta move on the opps. He talking about you gotta move
on the opps, can’t be put in a box. So he talking that real street
shit, you know what I’m saying? He sound like he mean it, too. He tell the (bleep)
to buy her own (bleep). So this fire,
I give this a three. Y’all know to give me
the gangster shit, I like that. My cousin Uzi out in LA, been trippin’
through the sets again. Got shot the (bleep) up tryin’
to rob the wrong Mexicans. I write my lifestyle,
y’all n****s is cheaters. Your lines come from feds,
felons and don diva. You know like I said,
I’m a sucker for street talk. He said my cousin Uzi out in LA been trippin’
through the sets again. Got shot the (bleep) up tryin’
to rob the wrong Mexicans. He took me there,
you know what I’m saying? I like real vivid,
real detailed shit. I’d give this a five right here. I ain’t passing this kush. Remember sitting
in the court like damn I’m back in these cuffs. From having arguments
with smokers I ain’t have enough dust. Early morning 50 baggies
hit the Ave in a rush. Fire right there. He just took me on a whole trip
through his hood, I know what’s going, I know
he trapping in the morning, 50 baggies in a rush. If you ain’t never been through
that, you wouldn’t know it. It’s a five,
all the hustlers know that. My dog’ll slit your throat
for a brick of (bleep). He walked in the credit union,
then he slipped a note. A new Ferrari, ticket price,
that’s what my kitchen grossed. Illegal business,
my scale off balance, and my blender broke. You could probably tell
how I said that, it’s my shit,
you know what I’m saying? This a 30, you feel me saying my
shit a 30 because it’s all true. Syllables, real detailed shit,
you know what I’m saying? That’s my secret weapon. I ain’t going to tell you
too much, Benny the Butcher. I’ll enter your house, back of
your cribs, smacking your kids. Bullets going through
your leather, cracking your ribs. Don’t even hit me on the hip
if I ain’t give you a code. And I ain’t got
a home phone number, I live on the road. Fire right there,
this another 10. Kiss, he talking that shit,
you know what I’m saying? ’90’s era shit,
you know what I mean? When n****s
meant what they said. Don’t even hit me on the hip
if I ain’t give you a code. And I aint got
a home phone number, I live on the road.
Everybody in the ghetto was chanting those bars,
everybody know these bars. Y’all knew these bars
before I said them. Shout out to Kiss D-Block. Just take a look at my life,
rappin’ brought me back to life. ’Cause I was in them streets, my heart
was cold as a pack of ice. Every night we were strappin’
like we was in Iraq to fight. ’Cause n****s gettin’ murdered for a block
that do a stack a night. You know what I’m saying? You take
your right to the corner, you know what I’m saying?
’Cause I was in them streets, my heart
was cold as a pack of ice. Oh, that’s fire to me,
you know what I’m saying? I give this a three and a half Hey, yo,
this is Benny the Butcher and I just rated those bars.