They say, "Fellowman, that's the Nine Pillars dude,
the one that hold the city down, that's Gorilla Glue,
whew, I forgot he rapped like that,
blacked on tracks like that, crushed the pencil til the graphite snap."
Been a minute since my last mic smash,
y'all let it get to your head like a Half-Life crab,
I'm that type mad, coming for your pass like that,
I save coupons, keep receipts, stash price tags.
Hear a lotta chitter chatter cuz they're bitter how I did it badder
like an Angelic fish platter,
but any rapper/diplomat to try to match it in the city after
this'll have to be at least as phat if not a little phatter,
and I believe it til the last pitter patter
of the shit in back of my ribs elapses and I'm with Nip & Cassius.
Til it happens I'mma be the Mr. Magic
of the Ville which is my Rickenbacker, base, that's a different matter.
I love seeing joy on they face like they hit the scratcher,
cuz my flip-a-pattern grace is a gift from NASA,
trip to Saturn, give me space while I mix and master,
cut the tape and rip the stage like a Christmas package.
It's raw whatever, I say "dayta," they insist it's "datta,"
the heat'll sear ya, straight until you hit Damascus,
masses fiend for the day when I release it on em,
no vaseline, I been taking it too easy on em.
What's these people's problem? They're yelling favoritism,
I ain't the one that make decisions!
They want that hall of fame, and that ain't a diss to LT,
wait your turn, hold the phone, take a selfie.
All up in my inbox threatening to pull up at the cipher,
only thing you need to pull up is your diaper!
All because we did some shit that they ain't have the will to do,
they wanna bring the stick to me, that's Gorilla Glue.

They been searching for a way to better build a crew,
they ends hurting, cuz they could never fill a room,
the bridge burners wanna play finesse and silky smooth,
but insurgents stay together: Gorilla Glue.