The Imperial Lyrics
| Song | The Imperial |
| Artist | Statik Selektah |
| Album | The Imperial |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| feat. Action Bronson, Black Thought & Royce Da 5'9" | |
| [Verse 1: Action Bronson] | |
| Yo it's the rap Scott Disick | |
| Come through the *********' block with some hot lizards | |
| Blowin' loud in the blizzard | |
| Put 6 digits on the Wizards, ***********t, just don't tell my misses | |
| Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove | |
| Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub | |
| Floor to the closet | |
| Real sex on the Panasonic | |
| I'm gettin' head in the pool, ********** | |
| **********, I'm just better than you | |
| Yeah, around the world like 4 times | |
| All because a *********a spit more rhymes | |
| Yeah, more lines, more lines | |
| ***********t, feed 'em more lines and more lines | |
| I won't dumb it down for morons | |
| It's like shootin' big game with a small 9 | |
| [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] | |
| Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles | |
| Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils | |
| The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are | |
| You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels | |
| I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack | |
| Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks | |
| Chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime | |
| She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silent | |
| The Desert Eagle hit a [?] people | |
| Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal | |
| I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe | |
| That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle | |
| You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe | |
| I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro | |
| Impeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse Code | |
| Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go | |
| [Verse 3: Black Thought] | |
| And you say New York City | |
| My cheapest t-***********rts cost me $450 | |
| Listen for me to call it [?], it's go Philly | |
| It's shorties in the front row fla***********n' both ******* | |
| The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty | |
| That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy | |
| I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty | |
| In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him | |
| Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player | |
| Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah | |
| The highway is what his mind weigh | |
| Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah | |
| This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos | |
| Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus | |
| Defeat'll make a ********** get ghost like a seance | |
| It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya | |
| I plan to keep a band like Fela | |
| Until when my career's over like A.I | |
| It's me and the Muhammads, Ali, [?] | |
| That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I | |
| Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos | |
| Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos | |
| Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow | |
| But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows | |
| I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed | |
| Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents | |
| My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh | |
| Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja | |
| Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage | |
| But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh | |
| I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas | |
| Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad | |
| I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass | |
| Go right the ********** up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist | |
| Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished | |
| The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object | |
| I created a movement not just related to music | |
| They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union | |
| All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed | |
| They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league | |
| Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium | |
| Makin' my associates act so inappropriate | |
| I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet | |
| Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" ***********t | |
| Ayo the, the, the boss is back | |
| Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black | |
| I tried to tell you *********as, don't respond, react | |
| I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact | |
| Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas | |
| I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine | |
| Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired | |
| At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire |
| feat. Action Bronson, Black Thought Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Verse 1: Action Bronson | |
| Yo it' s the rap Scott Disick | |
| Come through the ' block with some hot lizards | |
| Blowin' loud in the blizzard | |
| Put 6 digits on the Wizards, t, just don' t tell my misses | |
| Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove | |
| Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub | |
| Floor to the closet | |
| Real sex on the Panasonic | |
| I' m gettin' head in the pool, | |
| , I' m just better than you | |
| Yeah, around the world like 4 times | |
| All because a a spit more rhymes | |
| Yeah, more lines, more lines | |
| t, feed ' em more lines and more lines | |
| I won' t dumb it down for morons | |
| It' s like shootin' big game with a small 9 | |
| Verse 2: Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles | |
| Get away with your life earnin' s while I' m tryna dodge these devils | |
| The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are | |
| You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels | |
| I' m sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack | |
| Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks | |
| Chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime | |
| She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silent | |
| The Desert Eagle hit a ? people | |
| Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal | |
| I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe | |
| That it' s better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle | |
| You know me, it ain' t nothin' corny in the wardrobe | |
| I' m low key, even more so than Thor' s bro | |
| Impeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse Code | |
| Then peddle it like I' m tryna make the course go | |
| Verse 3: Black Thought | |
| And you say New York City | |
| My cheapest t rts cost me 450 | |
| Listen for me to call it ?, it' s go Philly | |
| It' s shorties in the front row fla n' both | |
| The texture of my voice is coarse, it' s so gritty | |
| That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy | |
| I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty | |
| In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him | |
| Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player | |
| Yeah, you might say I' m in the book of Isaiah | |
| The highway is what his mind weigh | |
| Yeah I' ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwame yah | |
| This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos | |
| Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus | |
| Defeat' ll make a get ghost like a seance | |
| It' s triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya | |
| I plan to keep a band like Fela | |
| Until when my career' s over like A. I | |
| It' s me and the Muhammads, Ali, ? | |
| That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I | |
| Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos | |
| Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos | |
| Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow | |
| But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows | |
| I had a issue with a hater, now it' s kinda squashed | |
| Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents | |
| My response, a steppin' razor like I' m Father Tosh | |
| Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja | |
| Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage | |
| But I roll with heat like I' m Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh | |
| I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas | |
| Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad | |
| I know I' m sort of pompous, no type of moral compass | |
| Go right the up in your mouth like I' m the orthodontist | |
| Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I' m more accomplished | |
| The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object | |
| I created a movement not just related to music | |
| They keep askin' me what' s my take on the state of the union | |
| All these haters is human, but I' m a different breed | |
| They be crazy cartoonish, but I' m in a different league | |
| Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium | |
| Makin' my associates act so inappropriate | |
| I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet | |
| Now I' m like Future on that " I just won a trophy" t | |
| Ayo the, the, the boss is back | |
| Take that, and while you' re at it, make my coffee black | |
| I tried to tell you as, don' t respond, react | |
| I' m the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact | |
| Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas | |
| I ain' t tryna hear another name if it' s not mine | |
| Any side talkin', I' ma consider it shots fired | |
| At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire |
| feat. Action Bronson, Black Thought Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Verse 1: Action Bronson | |
| Yo it' s the rap Scott Disick | |
| Come through the ' block with some hot lizards | |
| Blowin' loud in the blizzard | |
| Put 6 digits on the Wizards, t, just don' t tell my misses | |
| Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove | |
| Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub | |
| Floor to the closet | |
| Real sex on the Panasonic | |
| I' m gettin' head in the pool, | |
| , I' m just better than you | |
| Yeah, around the world like 4 times | |
| All because a a spit more rhymes | |
| Yeah, more lines, more lines | |
| t, feed ' em more lines and more lines | |
| I won' t dumb it down for morons | |
| It' s like shootin' big game with a small 9 | |
| Verse 2: Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles | |
| Get away with your life earnin' s while I' m tryna dodge these devils | |
| The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are | |
| You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels | |
| I' m sellin' wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack | |
| Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks | |
| Chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime | |
| She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is bad, she silent | |
| The Desert Eagle hit a ? people | |
| Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal | |
| I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe | |
| That it' s better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle | |
| You know me, it ain' t nothin' corny in the wardrobe | |
| I' m low key, even more so than Thor' s bro | |
| Impeccable ear, I take braile, make it Morse Code | |
| Then peddle it like I' m tryna make the course go | |
| Verse 3: Black Thought | |
| And you say New York City | |
| My cheapest t rts cost me 450 | |
| Listen for me to call it ?, it' s go Philly | |
| It' s shorties in the front row fla n' both | |
| The texture of my voice is coarse, it' s so gritty | |
| That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy | |
| I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty | |
| In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him | |
| Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player | |
| Yeah, you might say I' m in the book of Isaiah | |
| The highway is what his mind weigh | |
| Yeah I' ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah | |
| This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos | |
| Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus | |
| Defeat' ll make a get ghost like a seance | |
| It' s triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya | |
| I plan to keep a band like Fela | |
| Until when my career' s over like A. I | |
| It' s me and the Muhammads, Ali, ? | |
| That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I | |
| Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos | |
| Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos | |
| Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow | |
| But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows | |
| I had a issue with a hater, now it' s kinda squashed | |
| Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents | |
| My response, a steppin' razor like I' m Father Tosh | |
| Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja | |
| Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage | |
| But I roll with heat like I' m Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh | |
| I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas | |
| Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad | |
| I know I' m sort of pompous, no type of moral compass | |
| Go right the up in your mouth like I' m the orthodontist | |
| Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I' m more accomplished | |
| The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object | |
| I created a movement not just related to music | |
| They keep askin' me what' s my take on the state of the union | |
| All these haters is human, but I' m a different breed | |
| They be crazy cartoonish, but I' m in a different league | |
| Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium | |
| Makin' my associates act so inappropriate | |
| I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet | |
| Now I' m like Future on that " I just won a trophy" t | |
| Ayo the, the, the boss is back | |
| Take that, and while you' re at it, make my coffee black | |
| I tried to tell you as, don' t respond, react | |
| I' m the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact | |
| Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas | |
| I ain' t tryna hear another name if it' s not mine | |
| Any side talkin', I' ma consider it shots fired | |
| At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire |
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