The Pot

[Instrumental] [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Guess who's back again I'm known to make a fucker lose oxygen I get sparked off intoxic drops of gin Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over Is what I told her, don’t play games, I can't console her Hand it over to the Pro like a controller We overload her 'til she froze up, it was over The Pros expose her, her ex propose her They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know But they still knock my door askin' 'bout Jay Hova My witness, label me, not the Cohen I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right Another J, J blow like dynamite The other day, I was poor, dine I might Had nothing but a empty appetite Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life Big tings ah gwan, top shotta Kill it every show, rank's up like Shabba Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though I'm too hot, still skillet the pot Turn bass metals into gold They ain't think alchemy before I go Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode Who am I? The fiery Pro [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] The prime suspect, still the odd one out (GET 'EM!) I might lose my mind, I might fuck your spouse (GET 'EM!) Steal it, go and take it 'cause I need one now (YEE!) Who am I? Keep an eye on, don't lose count She said nothin' lasts forever, keep comin' back hun Give me hot propulsion through 150 suns The image in my mind brings the masterpieces Make hot feces, I like my plate hot, feast And my theory is, E.M.V, word to my J My achilles is livin' in a world where MC's is Mass affected, Poseidon of rap I can see it all happened with the raps I spawned Citizen but I guess y'all watch, (?) Give me a glass but I mazel tov And one balled too hard, such a star The energy I give off, I run conEd Still money in whatever wall it's in It's hard to sin, with my contract, it's hard to sin So who am I to shock therapy Phonetic, panic, dangerous, show-off, act static