[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah
I know they keep wonderin'
I know they keep wonderin' when this shit gon' stop
Huh, time
Ain't a such thing as time, time is manmade, you know what I mean?
But real shit, though?
Even if it was, this shit'll never stop
Ah
And that's on Machine Gun Black
Uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm the one who coined the gritty slogan, the Butcher comin'
G-X-F, semicolon, BSF, Griselda Express, how many really rode it?
I lost count when I dropped B-O-P, they watch me O-T
But since they don't rhyme on this peak, they gon' try to copy those beats
So protect your aura, they put spells, wretchеd corners taught Butch well
How ironic, that eight foot cеll turn my brain cells to book shelves
Niggas who brag they never took deals, getting cooked still
And my foot still on rappers necks who got their hand-me-down careers from the Goodwill
I'm betting heavy, let's get ready, my last record was record setting
Def Jam let me in the building, turned the boardroom to Satriale's
Okay, y'all could rap, but ain't no way y'all could lap a true hustler
Who thought his way off the Ave, an advance got paid out in cash
I own the masters to a few of my classics, bank cards not plastic
The Plug series mine, and that's why you could only pray y'all could catch us
They hate on the great soldiers, make you some cake and pay all your taxes
And I could never flake 'cause being a real nigga pays automatic
Yeah
I know they keep wonderin'
I know they keep wonderin' when this shit gon' stop
Huh, time
Ain't a such thing as time, time is manmade, you know what I mean?
But real shit, though?
Even if it was, this shit'll never stop
Ah
And that's on Machine Gun Black
Uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm the one who coined the gritty slogan, the Butcher comin'
G-X-F, semicolon, BSF, Griselda Express, how many really rode it?
I lost count when I dropped B-O-P, they watch me O-T
But since they don't rhyme on this peak, they gon' try to copy those beats
So protect your aura, they put spells, wretchеd corners taught Butch well
How ironic, that eight foot cеll turn my brain cells to book shelves
Niggas who brag they never took deals, getting cooked still
And my foot still on rappers necks who got their hand-me-down careers from the Goodwill
I'm betting heavy, let's get ready, my last record was record setting
Def Jam let me in the building, turned the boardroom to Satriale's
Okay, y'all could rap, but ain't no way y'all could lap a true hustler
Who thought his way off the Ave, an advance got paid out in cash
I own the masters to a few of my classics, bank cards not plastic
The Plug series mine, and that's why you could only pray y'all could catch us
They hate on the great soldiers, make you some cake and pay all your taxes
And I could never flake 'cause being a real nigga pays automatic
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