Danny Brown’s third album Atrocity Exhibition is just under two weeks away from our ears, but have no fear because the most anticipated track is finally here. When news hit that “Really Doe” Brown had recruited Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, and Earl Sweatshirt to cut loose over a Black Milk beat, it was pandemonium in our mentions.
Peter Rosenberg of Hot 97 debuted the joint on his radio show at midnight today (September 19), and the track is just as much of a monster as you’d believe. With four spitters of this caliber, you’d better believe it’s an all-out war of the words. Danny’s humbled to even have guest features from guys like these and they’re all proving that being the smart guy is actually worth the time. Don’t believe us? Check all of their verses via Genius and let us know who you think brought the most fire.
You niggas don’t even know/All that talk then no show/Cannot tell me nothin’, show me somethin’ I ain’t seen before/Die high with my piccolo/Smoking on that mistletoe/Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24’s/She look like a centrefold/Mouth all on my genitals/Suckin’ on it like she gettin’ vitamins and minerals/I be on the chemicals/She be on my testicles/Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule/Rolling up them vegetables/Rapping with that special flow/Only way you’re next to blow if you be strapped with C4/I be fresh from head to toe/Every day a fashion show/Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe/Now I sell out all my shows/Used to shine light on my blow/That was back when we was coppin’ dope to try and roll a 4/Now a nigga livin’ good/I done made it out the hood/Think I’m goin’ back?/I wish a motherfucker would
Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well/For heaven’s sake, I’m the GOAT, you haters can go to hell/When you’re getting money, nigga, every day is sunny/I’ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail/Second grade, took my mama weddin’ ring, took that bitch/To show-and-tell, now I’m married to the game to no avail/Grounded me for like a month, now I’m gettin’ high as fuck/Employer tryna write me up, but now I’m a writer/With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider/I don’t even want, the Fanta’s for us, the Henny’s for the sluts (chyeah)/Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips/Balmain badmon, bathin’ Ape on my dick/Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips/Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition/Oh yeah, now a nigga livin’ good/But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would
Life is like an appetite of truth or dare, I double dare ya/Life can end in vain before the end is near, see I can hear you/ Crying silence sittin’ in the dark, holdin’ crosses/cross your heart, Sin is such a work of art/Watch out for the love lost/Met a thousand, shoot a thousand/Things a nigga do for thousands/Made a million counting sheep/Gave it all to public housin’/Taking off to Abu Dhabi/Beamin’ up the motor, Scotty/Talking to promoters, Scotty/Everybody know it’s Gotti/Murder one, you’ve heard of them, The Revenant, the all day madness/Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress/Big power, big stages; My zoo cannot fit the cages/This booth is not used to fakin’; My crew just love confrontation/I chewed the face off the laces; I moved away from the waitress/I chef the pot that made poison; I cooked then tipped all the patients/My bitch is way beyond basic; That’s, life insurance/Car insurance, good pussy insurance; Aye, look what I ain’t doin’/Aye, ridin’ in foreigns; Aye, K-Dot/Four years, I got the same watch, but it’s the real watch and that bitch fire/Speed Racer waitin’ outside; The roof on it like a tank top/Countin’ money, watchin’ paint dry/When I’m done is when the rain stops, uh
Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown/I had to put my foot down so I could pop in the clutch/Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust/You gon’ keep talkin’ or are we lockin’ it up?/And I’m the type of nigga it ain’t never been an honor to judge/You a mouse that the falcon picked up/So disrespect and gettin’ checked like the top of the month/I was a liar as a kid so now I’m honest as fuck/And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight/Listen, deadweight, never been a problem to duck/Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain’t argue enough/I keep it dirty as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff/I strike a birdie on ’em, while I hit your mouth with the club/I wake up early on ’em, gettin’ out the house is a must/It’s like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin’ your dubs/Either that or you gon’ catch me on a mountain with monks/Loungin’, ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts/You’ve been the same motherfucker since 2001/Well it’s the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump/I’m at your house like, “why you got your couch on my Chuck’s”/Motherfucker