I heard there's a rumor going around that I got dropped

200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop

300,000 albums was shipped

You do the math

That's three million in three months, They can kiss my ass

All these magazine that tried to stream roll me to death

But guess what, the GOAT ain't platinum and neither is Clef

And I'm still here

Despite all that shit them niggas said

The skinny kid, The music industry's guinea pig

Tighter than ever, The world's chief mic wrecker

Tougher than Reverend Run's muthafuckin leather

Yo, I'm hardcore

Cumshot right in his wife's face

He's soft porn

He held hands on the first date

When he was making records like "I Need Love"

His homie Cornell was givin it to him up the butt

Plus I heard Simone was a high school slut

And she learned how to fuck before she knew how to cuss

He married that cunt and had kids with her, He's in big trouble

Him and his man Russell make a better couple

He's probably made as fuck wondering where I got my information from

He's being watched even when he takes a dump

It's impossible to front, You can't hide

The chairs at ya label got ears and the walls got eyes

You livin one big lie, The world just don't know

You take a polygraph test that shit'll probably explode

The truth is Mr. Smith got a fucked up attitude

And God knows that I pity his fans for backin you

Yo, this be the, this be the realest shit I ever wrote

You should change ya muthafuckin name from G.O.A.T. to G.L.O.A.T.

You know why? You know why?

Stands for the greatest liar of all time

The greatest liar of all time

That "Cannot rhyme and cannot shine as long as I'm alive"

His prime ended eight months before '99