The Code

As I sit around with more
Blow than Bill Bixby see the change
The two-thirteen Range see the kick speed
Gun on my waist, movin' with base
Runnin' from Berettas yo
My mule's name Bruschetta from the States
You wrong, she blowin' kief up in the bong
Rockin' knee-high Fendi boots
She just got bagged out in Milan
I said to my nigga, "let's kill her
We got big shit to lose"
Beside livin' like Carlos Slim
I hold the Uzi
Looked at me, "yeah?" sinister grin
Let's win a strong British accent, yo
We jumped in the on the tint
Highway's hot we loaded
Heavy bag full of hundreds
If we get stopped, kid for real, yo
We murder by numbers
Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe
Silencer, that's
Lay you under cars eat your fruit
Will more stripes than Adidas set
Watchin', baguettes black hard-bottoms
My ho in some sweats
The wrong way's the long way home
Way tell me 'bout it
We don't do jails, cause if we get rocked
My niggas got me
Smooth sails eatin' steaks
Bringin' frozen lobsters in
Control the space we mafia, out

Scratching "I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of
A dying breed"
"I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check, I'm-I'm the last-I'm the last
Of a dying breed"

I'm the last of this dying
Breed I'm from the nineties
When boom bap was shining and
Pac was dissin' BIG
I'm a product of these grimy streets
I was known upon the locals
Now my name is growing overseas
I sense the jealousy
My mind's forever golden
I'll redefine explosion with this
Microphone I'm holdin'
I'll use designer poison when they
Step inside this foam
And, they claim that I'm the chosen
But the industry is clonin'
Huh so check the status, hoes
I'm hot like the equator
On some childish behavior
Wasn't Tyler the creator
It's like crying in a cradle neglected
Since the date of birth respect the turf
Like we're veterans replacin' dirt
I burn tracks like in NASCAR collisions
These rap stars are pigeons
With they're glass-jar incisions
I'll bring back the vision
Like an act of religion
With Deck, Chef, and 'Goons
Another classic to listen to yeah

Scratching "I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of
A dying breed"
"I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check, I'm-I'm the last-I'm the last
Of a dying breed"

I got crazy visions, for the art
I living missile, I tear space apart
Spittin' won't miss you
But this verse is showin' darts
Wu Tang symbol is a living heart
My hand shake cold, like a Saint Bernard
We in the French Alps beaming down
Giant slopes for the mankind
Droppin' quotes in cement lines
I passport-stamp mines
Independent label air-miles peepin'
Dudes in standby, braggin' bout hotel size
The city's mine it's bubblin'
Like grease for
Them French fries when I shine
You snappin' pictures my energy lives on
Through moans of crazy kitties
In homes of fancy credos keep 'em fetal
Overnight it
They say, "yes, sir", like I'm knighted
Hit mics ultraviolet pick apart
Rogue values on auto-pilot
The words ignite, it's fire
Bite it, higher standard, Harvard
Here's some simple math, to fail or pass
You ain't a G, you a dollar less
Peace to Ugli and Chef
I'm runnin' wild like Dali
Except my canvass is the rhymin' pad
Give me dap, like Johnny
Put twenty-three on the tribal map

Scratching "I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check-check-check-check, I'm the last of
A dying breed"
"I live and die by the code and
That's as good as it gets"
"Check, I'm-I'm the last-I'm the last
Of a dying breed"