Lyrics:

VERSE ONE
A green light marks the signal, the same shade as Lou Ferrigno,
I split ya wig yo' with hood talk and street lingo,
Denim and Timbos,
these, no clue having muthafuckers are like bimbos,
you fooling nobody with ya' pin stripes and kindles,
its simple, they money swindle and sniff crystals,
but look at me like Im about to whip em with a pistol,
Im Count of Monte Cristo,
payback is on my list yo,
this isnt for the disco fuckas who wanna wrist glow in San Francisco,
record of freedom to the DJs that its hard to respect,
top of the list, Charlie Sloth, Semtex,
aint afraid to name names, know the consequence, whatever!
because I write it as I think it and speak it as it write it,
and even if I saw you face to face would never hide it
like a two-faced bitch being polite,
Im a Don on the mic, you got the burden of proof
to say Im anything other than the truth on sick loops,
check my alchemy, oversee the ground level from the highest balcony
heavenly is how the music sound to me,
its down to me to bring you the correct mechanism,
and I don't need to heavily rely on nepotism,
Im a stranger among men, the outsider,
the audio transcriber, turn a either to either,
Im cut from the illest cloth, born a survivor.


VERSE TWO
Yo', second in line to crown, Im the Son of King,
no definition, how long is the thread of a string?
the recognition I receive when Im doing my thing is like...
touching the world in places I never been,
putting smiles on the faces of people Ive never met,
since the days everybody was treasuring a cassette,
Im that Dissorano sipping Soprano and yall know,
Im shipping vinyl, downloaders in Mexicano,
tough as a Black Rhino,
never losing the primal instinct to shine in this dark matter
forensic mind, read in between the lines between the lines,
taking you back to the time when this thing was divine,
you can love it you can hate it, it doesnt change that I made it,
so call it how you see it, Im not here to be persuaded,
I stated what I stated, its part of being creative,
I am one of a kind of a period of time,
I pin point this very moment as a man in my prime,
to redefine and claim back everything that was mine,
and no lie, six thousand days I spent in the grind,
I put in time, put everything I owned on the line with every rhyme,
I did it from the vine to the wine and didnt mind,
Im cut from the muthafucking illest,
I am one of the realist and so I make it my business,
Im cut from the illest cloth.


VERSE THREE
Im like the start of a epic motion picture,
a mixture of a man with an inner glow,
the beat making, rhyme slaying, ran with a killer flow,
straight from East London to Japan with the minimal,
remix rappers wanna ban the originals, they fans be invisible,
releases never physical, they quizzical, thats typical,
useless, but Im the first and last letter of the word music,
I'm all up in your crevice like a toothpick,
Im bout to take a shot like a pool stick,
so ring the alarm just like a Fu-Schnik, this is a take over,
like the Company Director as a major Stakeholder,
my life is not a walk at the beach in Daytona,
no day on the course at Lake Nona, sipping corona,
need a hiatus from your Facebook status,
I don't wanna hear the latest update about the greatest advice
when you just haters, I dont care about your play-lists,
I said it, I say this so push up the cross-faders,
cos Im about to light up the world like Las Vegas,
with the words from my mouth,
light it up like putting cigarette burns in your couch,
for the corny MCs you just affirming the doubt,
aint got nothing to say they just determined to shout,
they puppets like Tally, the Count, Kermit, the Grouch,
and it didnt really take me too long to work out,
that Im cut from the illest cloth.