Exordium - U-God

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