The Purist - L.I.'s Finest lyrics

[Verse 1] No mistakes what you listening to You listening to one of the all time greats These are the breaks like Kurtis Never heard this the way we disturbingly word sh** My dick spit flames, b**h, try not to get burned, b**h I'm the master, the kingpin, do my thing, ring king Put your gloves on, it's round 1, ding ding Some of our G.O.A.T.'s pa**ed on Some of our illest lyricists sold out, they s** now, they're gone Rugged Man, mamas keep your daughters away from his broke a** No cash, looking for a place to crash He just a dick-swinging dirt-bag, no cla** Only f** little, skinny, white b**hes with no a** The underground k** sh**, my clique Paz, k**ah Priest Masta k**a, Kool G Rap, sick, lyrical beasts Timbo King, Hell Razah, Tragedy Khadafi And of course R.A. The Rugged Man, you can't forget about me [Hook] Big guns, hold up's, it's L.I.'s finest Ten hut, uppercut, bow down to your highness The legendary rhymer, howdy ha Yeah, he walk through fire, la di da [Verse 2] ''Oh, who's that guy? He's so fly'' That's what all my fat girls tell me, miss you, baby, love you, bye bye Pretty b**hes mostly hate me wishing I die Oh wait, that was the past, b**hes love me now I don't know why they thinking they getting with a rap star Handsome heartthrob, in reality they s**ing the dick of a fat slob I'm a star in the hood these days like Black Rob My childhood f**ed me up for real, I'm really that scarred Let's get ready to rumble like Michael Buffer You sold out, I saw what you did last summer I'm a foul motherf**er like old school Slick Rick With your wrinkled p**y I can't be your lover This boom bip boom bap true funk I'm from New York City, I do not get crunk I'm so damn talented, I'm so damn gifted I'm the Grand Puba, the Grandmaster, the Grand Wizard [Hook]