Artist: U-God f/ Elzhi, Inspectah Deck Album: The Keynote Speaker Song: Mt. Everest Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Inspectah Deck] INS your highness, Golden Arms What it be, like? [Inspectah Deck] I make 'em nod like Paedamin See I'm live, might dive off the mezzanine Brown bomber, sound harder, the crowd bonkers I'm bout dollars, I touchdown in your town, holla INS Gladiator, call him Hustle Crowe Son a pro, watch these lame niggas, come and go Bless with the poison pen, murder was the case So I guess it's them boys again Throw your deuce high, salute I, heed the general The last one to run, I will take all ten of you I'm feeling myself, BK, wheeling the belt Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth Me and Goldie, tell 'em it's easy money Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey Fame call us, money, it change all us Get it how you live it, or sing the same chorus The game taught us, nothing to bang for us W claim all us, yeah, Wu-Tang for life [Elzhi] Look, was raised on the island of the misfits The children of the corn, snatch your green with the biscuits It's what you might call food for thought And what's a killing season if you don't include the shark Let's toss to start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught You used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and Took your common sense out your memory bank And dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks A homey, drive slow, like you in front of five-oh Cuz forks go in the road, and your back is where the knives go While the addicts hiding silver spoons Being cut so deep it's hard to heal the wounds Those who flash and don't blast, they still buffoons Just blowing out hot air, they should fill balloons Yo, I'm like them shorties, that'll kill for goons That started hustling in April, to cop wheels in June [U-God] I want leverage, ice cold beverage Money I can't count, I black out, standing on Mt. Everest Life lessons, the cover of Essence It's pure excellence, 5'10, write down my measurements Politic the deficit, fingerprints no evidence Cocaine caviar, hitting on receptionists Hang with the specialist, gold medalist Presidential cred, eating steaks that's tenderous Got my bread, catch me in Meghan Fox bed Cash crop, Gucci iPad bags, tall black top Nike's, with fat laces Riches from rags, cashes and dime faces Got promoted up, friends up in high places Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy Closet full of gun, son, nothing but gadgetry Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry I'm high bread, nigga, words defy gravity Clothes never raggedy, oil paintings of me, displayed up in gallery Capture me, Wu-Tang forever, immortality, high salary, blessing For my mother named Valerie, and my two sons named after me Racks and stacks, swiftly I'm browsing First class ticket to the moon, only cost, fifty thousand Niggas be dialing, it's understood, I'm running with goons, one of a mind Imported good, can't let the hood, consume me Lord, the last time I check, I'm fifty points on the boards, good lord