Lyrics:

Yeah! That almighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze South splash
Like a shot from a gauge until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me — flagrant foul, rowdy
Reed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flippin'
Keep 'em playin' they position
Keep makin' the people listen
What I spin, put 'em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat leakin' out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not settin' a trend
We never listen to them
It's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind
My home team doin' visitors in, yo, don't test 'em
They all standin' close to the edge, so don't stress 'em
Now, who the type built to last? It's no question
The master, villain in black, wit' no Stetson
My sound hittin' you hard from every direction
Your head, and your shoulder area, your mid-section, dawg!

Yeah, witness say I hold it down with the nine, won't lie
With an edited line, we're King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'
With the team on set, hit the blunt, a double plat
Hear the band horn, everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'

Yeah! Illadel — home of the original gun-clappers
Out on the wrong corner, your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the forewarnin', the rules, enter at risk
Or your own Nana'll keep a gat under the mattress
Shorties runnin' reckless from Philly to Texas
Surprisin' what niggas willin' to do to get a necklace
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waitin' in the wings, ready to D
Thirsty sheists who need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick-up kids, they be out to tax
Most times, they be stickin' you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it's mine, word is bond, I'ma take it right back, nigga

Yeah, witness say I hold it down with the nine, won't lie
With an edited line, we're King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'
With the team on set, hit the blunt, a double plat
Hear the band horn, everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, it ain't nothin' like the rush I get in front of the band
On stage, wit' the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might've thought I was playin'
I'ma flame some sinister shit, the cold twister
Slang thicker than Big Boi baby mom's sister
Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the masterpiece, but to me, it's unperfected
Give it here, Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo, it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin', all bets is canceled
Nigga, Black Inc., Grand Wizzard, Gee Financial
We finna have the whole industry at a standstill
See me put the system on lock like Camp Hill
So get wit' them endorsements, and call reinforcements
'Cause my clique come in for a sizable portion, yeah!

Yeah, witness say I hold it down with the nine, won't lie
With an edited line, we're King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'
With the team on set, hit the blunt, a double plat
Hear the band horn, everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Come on