Outro: Un Casa

(album: Diplomatic Ties - 2018)

[Juelz Santana (Un Casa):]
Okay
We would like to welcome y'all back
Dipset, bitch
(Casa!)
You heard that
It's only right
Oh yeah, let's go

[Un Casa:]
Uh, four white bitches in the Waldorf
I'm tryna fill four whole walls up with war halls
Me fall off, four hunnid plugs in my call log
You looking at the mother fucking main event
I can write a rhyme, spit it out before I think of it
Record the whole album, get a mix, won't play the shit
Blow my nose in hunnid dollars bills like a handkerchief
I'm the best that ever touched the mic, what'chu think this is?
We don't die, we multiply like the baby kids
Half you niggas fronting, you ain't even what you say you is
My old shit hotter than your latest shit
The old bitch hotter than your latest bitch
New Wraith, same color as potato skin
You play to win, I been nice since light dropped, paper thin
Bad bitches at the door, whores, let 'em in
Purple City days I was a Varsity Letterman
Pardon my etiquette, the God in his element
I get charge up for charging the medicine
Felony favors, my partners is predicate
Car come with curtains, the ride is so elegant
I'm flyer than you ever been
Motherfucker, you don't fly like a pelican
I'm mixed with cocaine and heroin
Get your stamp and your spoon for the medicine
Better than you've ever been
You niggas cannot fuck wit' me a little bit
You serious? I am what you fucking call a lyricist
It's vividness
Every bar I ever spit was intricate, commemorative
Verbally I'm syphilis with sentences that sink the shit you witnessing
This is what the difference is
Intelligent is infinite, you mother fucking idiot
Intelligently edited to every fucking increment
Immune to your ignorant, belligerent deliverence
With limitless experience for you simpletons
I'm Diddy dancing to the bank for the Benjamins
Fatigues and some Timberland, Promethazine and Ritalin
Marijuana magnificent and the meridian
Mastermind the millennium
Mathematics, maliciousness
Spitting verbal so viciously, Femur then your tendons, see?
Lyrically, I am the gun that killed Kennedy
Bigger than any centipede, the world gon' remember me
Thirty chains, I gotta glow like Mr. T
I'm the best, yeah, I guess that was meant for me
Fuck Trump, that nigga a chump, don't mean shit to me
Power to the people, all my niggas take a knee

Bitch! Dipset, bitch!
Casa!