(“we the best…”) Yeah… Mos Jeph. (“anotha one…”) Yak back once more, bustin door hinges off Knock-knock pressure make the weak boys dissolve Need not apply, flow so dope, so fly Skywalk cadence while the clock tick by Tick-tock, punch clock, crushin weak MCs My full-time occupation, no vacation for these beats Amen on your knees, bitch please pray for me Acapella warlord still causin casualties Test me, try to best me Sweet science left-right, duck-slip expertly Float like Ali when the spotlight hit me Then tuck ’em in gently, night-night, rest peacefully (“goddamn…”) I am the greatest, say it with the chest out Half these dudes loud till the pressure bring the stress out Walk into the ring with the hunger and the tech out Punchlines land so hard make the whole set blackout Flyin colas pass, stress test, God bless Expect no less, Yak go off, no rest Fire sprinkler bars when the booth too fresh Whole ceiling drippin every time I unload depth But he ain’t done yet… Pronouns abound, that dude bad attitude Live to eat your lunch after takin you to school Principal flow with the physical tools Wordplay uppercut crack ribs of the fools A-achew, bless you This mess already warned “CAUTION” don’t test dude Khaled Yak da beat, anotha one sent through Every verse gold-plated, heavyweight mental (“we the best music…”) Backpedal footwork, rope-a-dope energy Talk greasy online then turn soft eventually I trained in the dark where the sharks move intelligently Now every beat fear what the pen do mentally Ali in Zaire, hands high, chin low Crowd roar loud while I lean in the smoke Some of y’all rap, some of y’all pose Yak break spirits with a jab and a quote Fast pocket— Ratatat tactical miracle syllables spillin and stackin up Anybody thinkin they better get folded and wrapped enough Champion pedigree evident every time I’m attackin stuff Uppercut literature mixed with adrenaline madness, bruh Too slick, too quick, too cold with the rhetoric Most these rappers counterfeit, carbon-copy delicate Yak too veteran, bars got measurements Sweet science punchlines stitched with elegance 🎵 We the best? Nah— I’m the greatest aliveeeee… 🎵 🎵 Sweet science hands make the whole room slideeeee… 🎵 🎵 Left-right goodnight every beat get frieddddd… 🎵 🎵 Yak still float like Ali in his primeeeee… 🎵 (“anotha one…”)
