From the recording Avon
Lyrics
The chocha poker the neck choker on deepthroaters/ The Holy Smoker who drops LPs with no notice/ Krane I breathe easy like cellophane a superhero on this plane bro you know I do my thing/ I'm here this time to sate wives remunerate my guys/ accelerate don't televise/ show and prove, incentivise/ I was raised in project hallways to always/ think thrice before I speak because fools always - argue semantics/ stop all the antics you're frantic/ no cap I'm quite pedantic/ in the 80s Quanny called me Ant'ny/ Krane's a Family Guy family I just want the best for us all/ misstep and you'll fall these lessons I confess be a wall/ for you to lean on like Leon/ was cooler than a Klondike now I'm freon/ once you condense me ease on/ I've got no time for peons this royal's noble as neon/ that's luminescent my flow is pleasant with essence as soothing as Avon
You're never less alone than when alone big brother tracks you through your phone/ - peeping Tom uses camera lenses - how many pixels do you think they need to count your pores? Not many, fam/ - I promise that I'll be damned before I compromise my integrity/ my brevity should be noted before my bars are misquoted - these verbal guns'll stay loaded/ been over 20 years since I voted no b.s. you know that I'm goated/ chill homie, I've never been a phony, so cowards beef with me like fried bologna/ these rhymes hold me to my word don't be absurd I'm not a liar like your boy Kendrick - that's big facts/ - you let that man lie on Drake, tarnish his image you fans should be - put to the stake/ - but I couldn't care less about Drizzy I'm just keepin' it real that battle was trash I'll crush 'em all - under my heel/ independently these rugged streets sent for me before these labels censor me the M.V.P. is meant for me/
Tony Krane chase 'em? Never, I wear buttersoft leather/ any threats you give are lighter than a feather/ I'm Iron Mike at 20 in the booth, one hundred and 90 proof, burn a hole inside your chest and certain to tear the roof/ off the whole, sucker emcees can never see me they're Ray Charles in this game, I'm Hyperion "B"/ eternally - masochistic when it comes to the flow because I know these rappers hate the way I'm killin' 'em, bro/ I'm still in my own lane, hands within the flame, my courage supernatural prone to adapt to change/ it's a bit strange that some people still don't get it: I'm the best since the best that ever did it, did it/ don't be bewildered at that fact or even taken aback, the only things that I lack are the racks to put me on wax/ for D.J. spins, mind numbing raps 'til then eating all these beats up because I'm cravin' a win/