Lyrics
Mikill Pane told me he’s got a MAC to rock
So I scope the location out to find a spot
Then I travel to the target like a sniper shot
Out of nowhere to kill shit clean, that’s the vibe I’m on
15 years in the game and still I’ve got
Only the flows and a bag of punchlines to drop
I ain’t inclined to stop, until I’m sharing the spare room
Of an empty pad in the writer’s block
For now, though, I’m deadly with the pen
Pesci in casino, MCs can catch it in the neck, 'cept
You can bet that we repping it correct
Rap royalty, before you step, you better genuflect
This the result of the connection in effect
Got Pane backing I like a pressure in my head
We up for discussion when you mentioning the best
Like there’s him, then there’s me, then you mentioning the rest
Yeah, cause shit just got real
Poisonous poet, pen to page to pop shield
A pop skill so often is nothing
Whoever said they was better, man, they’ve gotta be bluffing
This combo are boxing your nut in
Headshot till your brain don’t properly function
It’s pen pugilism, properly punching
Catch a body harder than Gennady Golovkin
I’ve made enough noise and
They’ll remember me
I’ve got the poison
There is no remedy
I’ve made enough noise and
They’ll remember me
I’ve got the poison
There is no remedy
I’m trying to make a million off my name and no less
I’m trying to stay fresh, I ain’t minted though
The only reason Mr Pane’s taking process
Is cause Pane’s taking everything you owe
I’ve got homies that’ll do crazy things for dough
Flash the maggy at your Marge, let the Simpsons show
They get stupid so kids can learn
They’re so reckless with the heaters, they should be called Mr Burns
Meanwhile, I’m spitting for cash fees and promiscuous yats
That won’t make my dick itchy and scratchy
I get star head to rival Lisa’s
Cause I’ve written more lines than Bart in the title sequence
We hit the studio and get weed and fried chicken in
Cause chicks who smoke the reefer like listening
If you do coke, you’ll see what I’ve written and
Think it’s too dope, it feels more like Ritalin
Weird as hell, I still heat earth
Blazing a lyrical trail, the booth’s smoking
Can these niggas hear themselves? They need reverb
My name rings serious bells, they’re on a joke ting
I cause mad shock and horror on a late night
So when there’s panic at the show, it ain’t because of stage fright
I can’t promise that I’m always gonna play nice
But since I’ve got a Tony backing me, I’ve gotta play right
I’ve made enough noise and
They’ll remember me
I’ve got the poison
There is no remedy
I’ve made enough noise and
They’ll remember me
I’ve got the poison
There is no remedy