OK I’m done playing, yup I feel like some fun this year, let's fuck the rap game up yall was waiting for the sleeping giant to wake up and shake all these metro ass rappers out their makeup sorry I was late but I was handling biz grown man shit, yeah you know how that is I ain't sleeping at my mom’s house or on a broad’s couch I’m at the compound with my lil homey Josh on the lookout it's a new era, crooks is out if cats know you a crook then you talking too loud playing hard in graveyards, I hit the skip button cats wasted enough time on that shit, cuzzin yeah, ya boy clearly workin with somethin but all half of you cats been doin is frontin now my shit buzzin, now you wanna have a discussion cuz the chicks wanna fuck him and the kids love him Rappers this year can get the scissor yall either rap for hipsters or rap for strippers I rap for shivers, the shit that make your spine unwind one line gotcha feeling like winter west coast? had to be, we the epicenter of all that fat funk shit, who's the inventor boomin in your Caddy or your tricked-out Sentra yeah, I fucked up your quiet moment and I meant ta half of yalls wack and can't do no better the other half of yall can and you should know better it's ok, I got this now, no pressure and pocket the cash like a store with no register sent from above to howl on mics cuz the shit yall pumpin don't sound quite right so for real, might as well cop a cd cuz for real, your only rap option is me Taking me for the sensitive guy hope none of this sensitive guy don't get in ya eye confused? I gave yall a couple clues I run with BLX and you know them fucking dudes don't feel used, I'm all of that contradictory? yeah I contain multitudes] black holes, galaxies, all that's me I'm an asshole, family man, black sheep dropped Skeletons, got a lot off my mind then I dropped Sicksteens just so I could rhyme dropped Bankruptcy, was the sign of the times now I'm dropping shit non-stop till I get signed by Donald Trump, or never mind Twitter slash Malkovich Music, hit the add sign greetings from California, we don't take orders and everything we do's enormous.

s’been a long Time coming ain’t it had to happen some time man it’s all a circle, it’s way overdue I’ma speak in your language and if you still need it translated, rewind it back’s the best I can do Flight from Iran, bags carry-on customs just waves me through, carry on rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb yo Kanye, shoot some beats my way been in the game a minute, it’s time I got paid on behalf of my crew - boma-ye the fight just started, that’s what I say people in Cali still trippin on prop 8 and Israel still got that Gaza blockade they just hit Turkey in a pre-dawn raid and America’s on its way out like Pompeii into all this steps first name Elvis walking straight offa your island like Ellis apellate courts upheld it so I’m bailing like a criminal evading Principal Belding I ain’t pushing pallets - I ain’t pushing pellets I’m pushing everything I got to get legit we ain’t kids - and we got brains, shit gotta be a better way to play this gotta be a better way to make chips without ending up in jail or making your brain sick two hells I don’t want no parts of in a country in some bullshit I wasn’t a cause of my American dream ain’t far off, I can taste it cats died to get here, I won’t waste it yall fucked our country up so now we on a permanent vacation and don’t need no invitation Flight from Iran, bags carry-on customs just waves me through, carry on rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb and fuck yall for even asking for explanations circular conversations, I lose patience oil’s worth more than water, ask BP worth more than blood, ask the ex-VP more than anything, ask George W.B. the shit is like WB, so cue the dancing frog but the frog is dead, floating in the Gulf so don’t play dumb, it’s a fucking insult now what happen when everything we had is yours we grab the oars, row boats, land on your shores all good, it’s the rules of war but yall hicks picked a hell of a time to get sore now yall wanna hide behind law can’t hide behind guns no more, that’s what the camera’s for Youtube, a round of applause for giving you crooked motherfuckers pause Flight from Iran, bags carry-on customs just waves me through, carry on rappers say they got the bomb, I am the bomb.

Welcome to use caution I mean welcome to new Orleans, welcome to the cauldron we stay cooking that up, its boiling and theres oil in the water from here to Florida my shirt damp and I'm off my third drank got cups in both hands and a bottle in my pants DJ Real on - so I do my dance take yo ass next door if you wanna hear trance Saints is champs and reading all the street names man you would swear this was France swore this was Atlantis when the floodwaters hit we ain't ashamed we got outta there when we had the chance those ain't No Limit tanks that's the US Army and they about to pull rank stay yo ass on this side of the West Bank and that's thanks from these big ass shotguns, watch yo ass man Katrina was a chick with a attitude and the moment I met her I knew she was bad news she threw my shit out the third floor cross the Third Ward now I'm sleeping on a church floor - feeling dirt poor fuck I work for, the city like a world war but folk take enough now, they can take more it's the blessing and the curse, see, living in the Dirty the best day of your life or the last day, the line's blurry Butler's was poppin till that kid got popped like that dude on Voice's lawn, even Uptown hot and Bam ran this town till he got knocked but he beat death so beating the Feds ain't a long shot 13am Posse, we made men, Gotti tell em again and again, just watch me Somebody get Weezy on the phone tell him the Easy is my second home so put me on and when he comes to LA I’ma vouch for him and if he need a place to stay I got a couch for him got a studio if he feel like recording gon have to put the mic a couple inches down for him he about shoulder high, floodwater level that line's everywhere you go in the N.O. I'm bumping Aaron Neville and the Soul Rebels driving with a daiquiri -yeah it's terrible but that's the life out here and everybody know you go hard till you gotta go then you go let the brass band play all the way to the grave this ain't a funeral, it's a parade so let the wine flow free and don't cry for me because I lived in the Easy.

Ayatollah Presley, yeah that’s me thought I told ya, where's ya memory try to focus, let this be the last time I gotta tell ya ass in history violas play on my entry sold out the Hollywood Bowl, had to roll with Wembley play me in the stadium, people wave and shout flapping their extremities and yelling obscenities Ayatollah Presley, highroller, Beverly Hills steady deals keep my bills heverly compliments to the chef, the meal was heavenly a little too much dill but still real cherry call me Your Majesty, the new king of rap gave Eric B the presidency MY SECURITY IS JOE PESCI, SO DON'T TEST ME. Me and David Niven drinking Blue Ribbon somewhere offa New Zealand, got a new shipment that's that truth serum a man starts talking when he gets a few in him and that shit right there'll eat through denim just back from Egypt, me and Hussein working on them new pyramids bumping my joint sunrise to sunrise the shit that cause loose ligaments and tooth filaments the greatest? worn out, you gotta use synonyms engaging, make the mundane seem amazing BLX, break bread, we taking everything Goodfellas plane heist, that's my favorite scene be easy, this block is all Eighteens riding slow, radio bumping "Maybellene" Valley to the barrio, Cali to the Calliope L.A. to Louisiana, yall cats know. Someone tell Pharrell to put the sneakers down, the art pieces down stop beating round the bush and go make me some beats now tell the other dude to come too, you know, Hugo heard he’s running the show far as tracks go either way, fucking with yall's a great forum plus I kill beats better than the dudes that paid for 'em cats wanna pay me no mind, that's great for 'em it's Malky, only so many ways to ignore him I've seen this before man, you're a bit boring every time I see this scene I'm fast-forwarding peace to my home team, doing mad forwarding just let me get on, dog, and we all win Johnny Doe from Amsterdam, peace Suzuki Kaioh, what up Torry, slide me them beats A. Presley, smelling like D&G and I grind so hard it's like there's fucking three of me.

It’s the kickoff now girl don't say no silly shit unless you like your dick soft I hit the Shaw in a rickshaw two chicks at the bit, strong jaws I’m slovenly as a matter of policy my style shows up in your piss test like poppyseed the emperor, just back from Denver with Deborah her daddy wrote my citizenship letter and he got cheddar trendsetter, wailing on mics like Eddie Vedder for yall cats who think yall can do any better ten herbs outta ten hate what I make, I take that as a compliment your voice got a lotta pomp in it but bottom line is, you incompetent kick back, cop a drink, network, politic play the rear, we gon take it from here your boy got rhymes for years and they shine like De Beers let's switch gears, kaleidoscope, tightrope, blindfold, mind control my flow, hyper soul, fly in the biodome Malkovich, Indiana Jones on microphones swore on a bible that I wasn't George Michael just a greasy middle easty mufuka with style turn the dial for a while or a minute, spontanaeity my core tenet just name it and I'm in it, like George Tenet and corn syrup in your area like malaria or the Bay Area I born lyrics and yall fortunate so raw with it yall don't even wanna put a fork in it fireside chats, driverside raps, makin it crack like cyanide caps, bite that one of them "I'm dope like this and like that" raps. DJ Empty and my girl Kat, work that Fresh Jive, get live, Malky got a verse for that shit is fly as a bluejay so catch it Tuesday on Blu-Ray, it's Malkovich Movies.

My star’s rising, I’m in your hard drive I’m in your thoughts like food and sex I’m on the ball like insert your favorite player here, throw a no homo in and watch me take it to the net, slow motioning when California goes in the ocean I’ma be at Venice Beach lotioning get my shoulders? I’m in the Testarossa with Desdemona Milan is the bomb, word to my leather loafers you looking extra sober, smelling extra sofa fighting over extra Stouffers, your shit is hella over Mawnstr and Prince Po, it's on from the get go outta nowhere, we're the rap RickRoll the rap hippos, we run the jungle on the low and you won't know till you're getting stomped a new asshole my name's Malkovich, and you spell that M-A-L-K-O-V-I'm the shit.

ay - the ceiling's bleeding fuck this movie man, this scene keeps repeating. I'm out hat and my coat, mashing the remote slashing my throat for a half of some snort Malkovich, dashing bloke, ask your folks the right night, got quite a passion for smoke. Whatever salt of the earth, heard he laid with a dame or two he barely even knew, but that's part of the perks it's a dirty business, sure was a nerdy shindig heard he wrecked it, and left with a curvy witness she make a skirt hurt and he enjoyed it cuz she fuck like she looking for employment. you go girl it's your world, like to see my peeps striving my man Ant went from crime to deep-sea diving there's something alive in there, and I'm outta there fuck it, I'm outta air. Whatever.

Most definite, we the most def and it's a matter of time before you m*&$erf^&*ers get with it don't worry bout the click, don't talk about the click our name don't sound right coming out your lips you say the shit clumsy my name Malkovich, associate my name with big money I like my kicks drummy, I like my chicks chunky or slim and bumpy, perfect for the rumpy pumpy elbow on the bar, the wood feel good downing this beer like a f$%^ing cold meal Beatnuts hooked the beat up the kind of interlude you figured dudes would have rapped on but never catched on here, catch the bomb, what happened to your arms it's BLX, we're the storm before the calm I perform a song, make you wanna call your mom and tell her how you wasted your life, oh my god you start crying, she knows the deal and starts lying on the speakerphone, had the whole crew dying

Malkovich, I'm bout this shit out to get them won't fit in your motherfucking trouser chips throw my mixtape in your whip and blow your speakers just to see how loud it get you talking turn it down, a bit stop talking like a bitch ten buck, buy my shit, gimme cash, gimme credit card fuck it, wire it, fuck the environment you talking bout trees, I'm talking bout me so kick a panda in the knee and buy my fucking CD. I get boisterous off poisonous beverages, ah yes I’m banging the Pointer Sisters, I ain’t talking about their records your only choice is us, me and my boys are plush I bring the news like Reuters and my voice is a plus De Niro in your earhole 'cause the world needs a hero I’m virile, better she share a ten than deal with them zeroes you make music for Euros, music for eight-year-olds fucking with the bureau, they gon put you on a mural west coast, west los, put this in your next post internet rap mufukas is in their death throes my tactic, flood the market with gutter hard shit cold as the Arctic, long as my fucking heart tick.

Wanna marry me, better have that thousand G dowry I show up to the altar with my shirt all flowery my best man strapped with his nose all floury better tell 'em bout me G --- In the winter I'm a winner in the summer I'm a stunner fall and I'ma spring on your spot, governor chasing chips is cold as London yall fish for them chips, I'm going for lump sums conundrums, best laid plans come undone the wind blows in and death becomes them my uncle washed my mouth out, I was used to crumbs fresh kicks and guest list, guess it's juice to some --- my work ethic's ethnic, keep the threads silky bread filthy, all for the family throw a few Gs overseas I got some farmland in Turkey that keeps my mama's back furry --- Malky, holla at me bills get stacky and I get dollar-happy Big Brother come knocking, watch me get all Iraqi in the foreign account go all the Os and the loose bills in my daughter's clothes keep the door closed through the ages my life been through various stages now times are serious so it's about the papers.

motherfuckers want reality I post a ten-minute clip of me taking a shit and get two million hits these cats is in the papers, the talk of the neighbors but at the restaurant they can't afford hummus vapors starred in my first movie, got famous off the trailers and onset, your girl's famous in the trailers a little Jameson and young Amadeus'll off that hypnotized by the coif-hat, it's a wrap cats wanna pop a cap in somebody's ass I pop a mushroom cap and pass out in the grass the walls are breathing spent most of the night tryna talk to trees, a fucking awesome evening woke up peckish now I'm two tables down from Steven Spielberg, enjoying expensive lettuce I'm here to give rap back to the people, the game's been hijacked you new school cats had your chance and you blew it now the shit's so wack, motherfuckers listening to house music fall back, this is facts the writing's on the wall, and that elephant's about to bust through it all you got is your hubris pretty soon all you'll have is excuses when the audience deuces I got a hot cup of piss for a purist Gangstarr cover bands, bring out the nooses people wanna hear some new shit but you're a rapper, stupid you tryna sing is like Ted Nugent playing flute it ain't new and it ain't you, straight doo now here comes Pepe LePew beret and a colorful outfit, sounding like Kanye 3000 rave reviews from the lamest of news outlets and the public just scratches its head dumbfounded make a song I'll wanna hear in a year, I wouldn't care if you wear a brassiere they call me severe, I call myself the man with the formula rhymes that make you wanna start rhyming beats that make you wanna beat a doorman up so check the new news, I'm an original, I ain't nothing like you dudes player in the offing, and your shit's gayer than two guys one chick and your sabers are crossing.

The power's out, and I smell sauerkraut why you so confused, bro? carry on usual do something, you know, make yourself useful cats blowing up my phone, stay off the Dudesicle. the chick I brought home last night saw it in the light and said it looked like a huge missile. this is the part where I should shout my girl out it's just rapper talk baby, don't take it too literal the lawyer of rap, and my hours all billable the Beatles of rap, taking over like Liverpool you left yourself open to ridicule now we smacking yall with the towel like this was school this is cool, somebody find a hipster Grazzhoppa threw us the beat, quite a pitcher big Malkovich, I paint quite a picture like a penthouse suite with an island vista.

run with the ball like Gasol respect the mane man, it's protocol star of the summer, legend of the fall LA half the year then I go AWOL fuck they pay yall to rap like that them drugs make your dick shrink, you better off with crack I'm better off with Jack I shoot vodka with Sergei Federov, swear it off then come right back hair of the dog, fuck an icepack for real, I don't even fuck with motherfuckers like that I'm a man of stamina and my calendar's packed my to-do list's one word, the shit say Plaques my rhyme style is one word - facts my competition is nothing but hacks, yeah it's a wrap

Had to get the big guns on this one get Omni, get Sum and spit some offishi-al official, bells and whistles shells and missiles, bring hell to the disco I crush all types, sport white-on-white Nikes Malkovich, show you how to rock them Dickie shorts right homey this is your life, and it's all right you don't owe nobody nothing baby, live it how you like this the summer of no mercy this is my decade to get paid so bring on the controversy it's nothing, cats know my shit's so disgusting that it ain't worth discussing, this is how I bring us in one day they'll document our lives at the Getty how we lived on spaghetti and blew unexpectedly.

Left foot right foot, kicking up dust I'm alive, everything else is a plus Malkovich, quite good tell em something they don't know yo low key - he's next up that's on me, it's west up uh-huh this a Primo beat yeah and what since O.P.P., S N double o P, B O B, I been H I P H O P I got clearance like Clarence at the front desk I got experience, many lives compressed these cats ain’t seen state lines I seen international date lines boy, I make time from Pico to Puerto Rico I’m the storm chaser, I go where the heat go it’s BLX, the sequel New money new costs – old bills found it cheaper somewhere else man, no deal living life no frills but every now and then I get real coupe de ville now watch how fast a grand go remember when fo digits was like finding gold damn right I never made thug figures cuz drug dealers turn spud peelers up the river sound familiar? I look out for my familia, if I don’t know ya I'ma bill ya getting the hang of this Los Angeles thing fat cars, great weather, nice eating, life is a weekend but better stay cheesed out cuz they killing bums up at Venice Beach now, shit’s getting deep now verse two is through, catch you on the rebound crash landing In the Grand Canyon, I’m the last man standing I’m a winner, ya see me, I got that glimmer raised on bidis and the Bee Gees and Raekwon CDs in the Mitsubishi house parties, bleeds and hashishi Bacardi Breezers for the breezies life is short when you living it word to Gifted Universal Rhymes Unlimited

Thinking we in back of you? actually, we just about to lap you feel that tap on your shoulder, that’s a rap soldier we put the little hat on ya like it’s Passover, class over in Cali that’s called smashola I stay there while yall stay on that cola that’s how you cats roll, skinny jeans itchy assholes you got next? where you at though? fuck's new about you? you chronic 2001 without the guns you wannabe Mannie Fresh but your panties too wet, about to cum pushy like you never had pussy, calm down some and you underground cats, check your ultrasound you’re stillborn, still running round yellin "Buck Em Down" get this through your fucking crown, we ain’t you that goes for you clown writers too this ain’t Facebook so don’t tag me, it’s tacky I rhyme over "Apache" live in downtown Karachi box me in if you got a coffin to drop me in otherwise fuck you guys, right on the chin.

Malkovich in this bitch on some James Brown shit, my shit gets The Big Playback saw some freaks in the line, where they at saw my peeps in the line, where they at west LA’s on the map like a coffeestain we got writers, what up Kofie we got emcees, what up Omni we got crew, BLX posse then you got me, networking, the dress shirt king, I’m bossy permanently cracking, how my spots be my flyer is fire, hit ‘em with the glossy New York, I’m running with Mazzi scheming on that green like Ponzi stealing on these paunchy-ass Chauncey mufukas, we see ya we slicker, we leaner, you know the demeanor And I’m one of a kind producers, I’ll tell you when I’m done with my rhyme youngsters, fashion is fine but skills are still kind of a big deal, you’ll find old cats, you’re only old in the mind fresh off 30 and I’m in my prime Ice-T didn’t drop OG till 29 now his watch so rocked up he can’t tell the time read the signs or get reassigned your flow is sleepytime and it’s only three to nine yall cheese and wine cats, recline back we in the house, squeeze a lime that, rewind that malkovich music dot com, redesigned so log ya ass on and prepare to be surprised be advised, stepping to me and mines you’ll be waiting so long you're gonna have to pee in line 310 prefix, we passing out leaflets Cali gladiators, the word of the day is major old school, rocked a pager till '02 straight drinker like who the fuck drinks O'Doul’s? Old dudes. and what the fuck is soju? No clue, just pour me another one act like you knew, I'm back like the flu better get you some tissue off trees and tabacky my frees is nasty unforgettable like the theme from Taxi incredible like the weed in Cali so now chicks rush my shows like Santee Alley three pair, ten dollar, Malky got that good shit inshallah, hot shit, holla Los Ankheles - from where your accent is grown man griz – watch ya man get biz.

chincheck competition off a light buzz call my buddy up and bloody up your parking lot like Fight Club this the scene in them Hollywood movies where the dude saves the world gets the girl and the rubies everything is epic, you ain't know? get a angle me psh please I got a stranglehold crosshairs locking in, money pocketing this ain't for us, our kids hungry so we gotta win life's one big day with a bunch of naps building my empire smoothing out the cracks so the whole shit don't collapse, fuck that life ain't nothing but craps, fighting over scraps and all just to have a spot to relax kick up with fam and shoot the shit like what's the haps yeah the world's a stage, this is act two out the belly of the beast just to go back through Serious like a suicide bomber kissed my mama, bearhugs to the oldtimers next time you see me I'ma be worthy of your honor now I gotta go fight these piranhas I live every day, no period, no commas live like the day of judgment's upon us I seen the light kid -and it was just like they described it like somebody hit a switch, I fell back blinded years on the grind, working the floor with a voice in my head asking what's it all for shooting down the road to ruin where every success leads me closer to my own undoing a man who serves himself don't deserve the wealth, his fortunes will reverse to nil gotta reverse the spell, it'seither that or a quick burst of shells, now another hearse on the hill Dress warm, watch your form you in the forum, gladiators out, coldcalling the guy next to you, I feel for him swordsmen tore him up quick fast, noone told him we was warring rain pouring but I stay scoring half of that is fear, keeps me up nights yall stay snoring love's foreign to a soldier, it ain't the culture, can't let it out or in I just let the game choke me slowly, till I drop and go green, won't be no scream late night chats with my mans, frantic leaders, hustlers, stretched out, head in they hands with tears in they eyes and don't know why I'll tell you, you're a samurai till you die or somebody gives you a reason to keep breathing I found mine and I’m never leaving

so drop some green on that Gotham Green on some bakery shit, getting those profiteroles, seen Malkovich, tryna make cream like Kareem Jabar finger roll in the hole from afar make it profitable is the phrase these days motherf**kers broke blogging? why even log in you're scenery, a cog in someone else's machinery might as well try and sell weed for free cats know I play my part believably no Richie Gatso cats rolling with me just tryna get my bankroll up like Ice-T and make a record like O.G., what up Evil E from LA to JFK we proceed while I got no seeds, I'ma get these proceeds so learn how to spell my name Malko with no C, spell it M-A-L-K