(Intro)
Dope check, we got that fresh product/
And it's gonna be a problem/
New decade, new Dadda (what ya say?)/
New decade, new Dadda/
Neck brace, face on Baraka/

Verse 1:
Hey, look at him, his wave got them shook at him/
The music mold is murder/
So they bound to throw the book at him/
But that's just some fresh paper for pen/
Now I'm no stranger to the bid, I'm just cautious how spend/
My time up in hell when I know my future's blessed/
Every rhyme gets etched to the count like Dantes/
No Monte Cristo, but Chris tho/
Legit bro, with a primetime grind/
And the rhymes hit like a fine wine/
I get better as i get older/
A woolly mammoth, who survived the ice age, I'm just a bit colder/
Been a perfect ten, still walk around with a chipped shoulder/
X files fuck up your Scully, somebody get Moulder/
The truth ain't out there, its right here/
And quite clear, that these rappers toy around with they buzz and given light years/
Then casted off by the way side/
And they pride, don't got a foundation that's real, of course they lied/
Honestly my best policy's an honest me/
Dropping sonnets like they comets and rock the spot like Brock's Onyx/
Words got them hooked on the sound but this is not phonics/
Flow been butter, this beat getting that blue bonnet/
Bubonic I'm that sick, genius in a world full of stars that's dummies too may Patrick's/
Every 5 years I came back with a classic/
Now I got 3, from rap goals to hat tricks/
Yo, I just wanna make the name glimmer/
So I gotta feed the streets, they sick of eating the same dinner/
This game a circus, I'm calling dibs on the flame spitter/
If I get a shot, you know it's gon' be a game winner/
Wet, and step back on em that's word to Cream Biggums/
And it's law that holds weight like Chief Wiggum/
They feel froggy and talk smack, but I don't Dig'em/
An old soul in these shoes homie you won't fit them/

Chorus:
Dope check, we got that fresh product
Bump this and it's gonna be a problem/
New decade, new Dadda (what ya say?)
New decade, new Dadda/
Leave you with a neck brace and your face on Baraka/

Verse 2:
Speaking of, yo I'm sharpening the sword from the rocker/
As I tend to my goals, fuck the blockers/
I won't lie, it took awhile just to make a damn dollar/
But the same timeframe also made a Granddadda/
And the Golden Age space that I'm in, was grandfathered/
I was born to be a legend dawg my last name Carter/
The tricks of the trade always lied inside the barter/
You can learn a different way or forever be bothered/
Keep your new era, dawg they really out here capping/
But I'm from the true era, cause I'm really out here rapping/
I knew my destination , it was always in the mapping/
They was napping so I had to get the slapping, oh you woke nigga?/
And I ain't average, so there ain't no cup of joe nigga/
Embodiment of fire, I'm the source of the smoke nigga/
False goats thin skinned with cloak nigga/
You fight me, they down one, that's a poke nigga/
That's FGC lingo, ask some if rap's a game of numbers they'll say bingo/
My type like plinko, let the chips fall where they may/
I got my price looking right, niggas all bout to pay

Chorus (x2):
Dope check, we got that fresh product
Bump this and it's gonna be a problem/
New decade, new Dadda (what ya say?)
New decade, new Dadda/
Leave you with a neck brace and your face on Baraka/