Poet Has Come

Ladies and Gentlemen, We got Queens- finest up in this motherfucka tonight

They just came from a war, they wanna let you know a lil' somethin' about where they come from

Surprise nigga, Poet laser beam spitta

I'm from The, Queens nigga

One of the last real mean niggas

Back up, I'm hype and I'm in

I'm on some shit

I still consider Tyson a champ

Yall niggas is puss,

Type of niggas, niggas get mushed

Can't wait to duce ya ass to my foot

I'm comin through like I told all my dons I would

I'm coppin that brick, I'm makin sure them guns is good

That's some other shit I really shouldn't be rhymin' about

But fuck it, I ain't holdin' nothin' I put my time on the block

I leave it all for my real??? dogs to do

While I, break raps in two and rep for the screw

Year Round's the label, The logo's a calander

I'm Blaq Poet, destroying all challengers

Ya niggas better run

Im number one don

Time for action

Ya niggas better run

Don't matter where you from

Go tell everyone

X2

Poet has come to do niggas dirty

Ya son of a bitches I don't like none of them niggas

I seen 'em in the magazine frontin' in pictures

With them video hoes, but they ain't fuckin them bitches

Poet has come to lead yall niggas

Hip Hop is starvin' I came to feed yall niggas

Poet has come to show you who's the best at this

I'm wreckin' shit

Nigga I perfected this

I let my dog take a shit on ya front yard

Pull out the Mack, and go straight retard

I got the bitches sayin, "Damn, he look too hard!"

He might beat the pussy up

"Oh child Lord!"

Yall niggas don't understand how I'm comin' at it

My formula's quadratic

Contra-postive

My shit is too deep, even for you college kids

[FIRE!

Throw the shit on and watch heads bop to this

X2

I got Preem with me, NYG'z with me, M.O.P. with me,

Teflon, Krumb Snatcha, and Bun B with me

Who's with me?

Goons with me

I fools with me

Rave Roulette

Get drunk and act a fool with me

New York City we got that real grime gritty

And I want yall to love me, Like yall love [Biggie

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing is right

The crown is always and forever, Frank White

So fuck yall niggas

Put the mask on, stick yall niggas

Then act like, yo who stuck yall niggas?

I'm the foulest nigga you gon' ever meet

Name bang on every street

Screwball, who hah hold heavy heat

You better prey to God we don't never meet

Leave you slumped over the wheel, blood on your leather seat

Brains on the passenger side of the window

Fuckin' with that ho, didn't get a chance to hit the dro

This is for the non-believers

Niggas want beef?

Niggas got to meet cleavers

Niggas want drama?

Niggas got the street sweeper

Niggas wanna squash it?

Fuck you, you get the finger

"The ...Queens..."