This is that tuxedo masterpiece, recorded In the Master Suites, been plotted since my last release Surrounded by the best, let's have a feast Pretty young bitches come dance for me See the future in my vision, a hustler's convention Turntables and that microphone, be the invention You can't monkey wrench 'em, police try to pinch 'em Made a grand entrance, this is nonfiction U-God and the streets and we all in hard bottoms Written in newspaper as folded in four columns The words are venom, get quoted by top models The type to swan dive in my personal grotto Foot on the throttle to the next frontier Won't stop rocking 'til the Milky Way's near Mingle, they the floor plans, it's time to get bands Gave this music is a twist, it's time to re-brand Increase my revenue with exceptional wordplay Written to perfection, you could swear it was Scorse' Sound provided by the incredible Jose A scientist's own mind, music is cold play Please take a seat and enjoy my presentation Came out of hibernation to present my new creation Hates the motivation amongst the competition Fangs out, salivating, blast you with venom