Yeah it's your boy Lil B.

A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro.

It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape, this the intro

If you didn't get Blue Flame go get that to understand this.

It's done, rap game's done...



My nigga told me if I ever stop rappin

The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic

Exhibit Based not Exhibit C

You niggas couldn't see, let me part the sea

Part a part of me, nothing pardons me

You niggas arguably is worse than me

Meet the whole squad, let me go hearse your team

Pop bullets in his back make him work his knees

This is sick I'm on top now

I remember in the hood I was locked down Oakland

Havin YA dreams the pen right ahead of me

Glad I didn't let a few suckas get ahead of me

Now I guarantee that they never be forgettin me

Like a hard drive man it's all about the memory

Strapped with a vest screaming' muthafuck my enemies

Haters fuck around I start movin like a centipede

I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy

Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music

Plus I'm a robber and I dare you suckas push me

Got the same pistol that they shootin in Blue Streak

Ridin Aston Martin new suede with the blue seats

Then I ride Toyota, hit the hood solo

Doin dirt solo I'll tee like Mobo

Got the piece like popo, spreadin peace like grown folks

My mom should be proud of me

I don't know but I'm feelin like she doubtin me

Real nigga shit everybody hatin' on me.



And you don't know about these handles

Most of my songs now I gotta set examples

Growin up, I was always the one to have trouble with the ones that was never growin up

Now we grown up and they never goin up I swear to god that's the type of shit that make me go nuts

Age 16 I was stealin out trucks

Had music in the deck, had zips in the trunk

Right before class poppin bottles getting drunk

Never been a driver, never had a license

Walked in my house and it was smellin like incense

Bringin home DVD players and TV's

Give em to my Mom as presents for creating me

And you knowin that I love ya in the hood I'm like Peter Pan passin out hundreds

No hate in my heart, I was passin out money

17 I been fuckin stunin

(Yeah, uh)

Before I was a rapper, I was just a trapper

Don't trap the real and I used to have a ski-mask

Never rob the family, never rob the innocent

Never rob a nigga who you cool and who you kickin with

Bringin back the G-code these niggas started breakin' it

How you makin death threats to niggas who was makin it

At your house mad and you really started hatin em

Want to be the hero but you never really takin shit

Fuck around with me I leave your ankles split

Desert Eagle with extended clips, wishin death to enemies

You hate on me, you a fake nigga

You a fake nigga like Ricki Lake nigga

Heart and soul of a cold-blooded killa

But my spirit too pure I had to shower in the river

And bless my hart I'm a visionary

Speak in 3rd person, cause it's the only one in the city

I'm the greatest rapper alive, Lil B I'm the rawest rapper, greatest to ever do it... (Based God mothafuckas!)



And I don't know how I survived my childhood

A lotta letters and the judge show a lot of love

PO hate still do a lot of drugs

Violate a couple times now I understand

You would act like my friend and send me to the pen

Not the pen juvenile hall like a gym

Start my day man I'm really nice with the pen...



Our world ain't the same

I'm thinkin hitman out nigga waitin in the trees

If he's relevant, I'm a make him Oddjob

I got the goldeneye, I got the? Golden gun

I'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James Bond

Split a nigga wig make him think that he James Bond

If I ain't James Bond, bet I got the same gun

Plus I got money in the bank for the bail-bond

Pay him 80 G's if he thinkin he can tell on

No witness make him run like Rev Run

No blood in his jeans (genes) like a stepson

Yeah I got 45's I'm travelin to India

I'm finna have 10 kids it's my millennium

Everything Lil B, everything Based God

Berkley like Gotham City, hitman is the Joker

Best friend Two-Face

Who do I approach when I move at night, like Batman

Show my respect with my right hand

Solid? eye contact, hip-hop notepads I bring it full contact

Really in the hood and I do it no contracts

And I won't eat pussy eatin bitches like blunt-wraps

When you see me, it's like you seen a holy ghost

Put the nine in his mouth nigga like french toast

My niggas, we do it real extra-big

Wanna book Lil b that's G's

Start to see life real like my last name

Lil B that pretty bitch run the rap game



Hey Just Blaze come holla at me man, come fuck with the greatest bruh.

Lil B, rawest rapper alive can't nobody fuck with me.

Hey, um, Jay Electronica I'm sorry I had to do that...