The Overture (Intro)

Yeah, it's the return from the rock bottom

The murderer top shotta, we learned it from Shawn Carter

Bombard ya, as far as the bar, I'm gone yonder

Can't recall someone as gnar, go on ponder

Let's move on to my dossier as a tossed grenade

Want the Apollo stage, a boss, a sage, you just caught my fade

Got a swollen face and now dollar chase at a smaller rate

While I plot on a wad of pape like the Walton's safe

A lot of rappers buried when the patterns parried

So the discourse says this torch I have to carry

You all just lack sting and can battle barely

You will read a rap king on my lapidary