Best Served Cold Video (MV)

They say revenge is a dish best served cold
Success keeps me cool
My flow freezes foes
They try to keep me cold, derail my drive
Considered a true threat when I first started to rhyme
Raul and Jared took me to my first recording session
Murdered MVP's roster, had them all second-guessin'
Their own verses, which were not up to par
My verse got deleted, they revised all their bars
I was seventeen, sixteens were slaughterin'
Who woulda thought people in Japan would be followin'
Your boy, M.I.
Opened for Nas and Dead Prez
Heads nod like their neck was fully loaded with Pez
Victoria, B.C., peace to G Piper
God smack the latin rapper
Made Chino XL leave the cypher
In laughter
Bodied him in Spictacular fashion
No need to elaborate
Ask Bush, he'll tell you what happened
You had a good run, a good laugh
On my behalf, but that passed
Every article you see me in is like catchin' a jab
They figured I would vanish, imagine my death
But I reappear like Candyman
Alive, in the flesh
You picked the wrong one to give up on
Hope I'm gone
Stick my flag in the ground
Park my car on your lawn
You bet against me, and that only makes me wanna win
You say you're glad to see me back
Well, nigga, I'm just not convinced
'Cause, when I needed beats and shows
No one showed up like they cared
Now I got some drums and snares
I'ma be your worst nightmare
Guerilla promo machine
On the streets of S-A-C
Ain't gotta say my name
'Cause I'ma be the last thing you see
How dare you think that I would leave that easy
Believe me
Everything you do's underachieving
I put in work like a nigga just caught a body
'Cause I paint a perfect picture
Like I'm David Garibaldi
Look, I gotta vent like air ducts
I'm the shit, get the point, like air pucks
Ever since younger, you dudes got dumber
Don't give me no eye contact, like Scott Summers
Wait, I'm thinkin' like a rascal
Strapped like a satchel
Your mind stay fragile
What you say got me feelin' kinda baffled
You never there, we everywhere, like shrapnel
And yes, I'm extra fresh
Roll out in snapbacks, like Professor X
Revenge is a dish served cold
So we came to give it to you
Uncooked, on the stove
My foes been talkin' for so long
Now it's on and I'm shootin'
Close range, like beer pong
I try to keep cool, remain calm
But y'all been sleepin' on us ever since Napalm
Gone
Can't on a song
Em beat me to it, f*ck
Oh well, guess I have to
Just think of all the shit you put the two of us through
You crossed the line
Now I'm proving I can do this shit too
I can't believe you'd ever f*cking try to play this shit
What'd you think, I'd just let you get away with this?
See, I've admitted my mistakes in the way we split
But no longer will I play your f*cking games, I quit
Maybe it's my fault that you're an angry, crazy bitch
But tryin'a keep my baby away?
You make me sick
Hand me some paper and a pen
I'ma make me a list
Of chicks I care about
Hmm
Mia Grace - that's it
And I'll be damned if I let that girl be raised like her mom
But, hey, congratulations, babe
I finally made you a song
And I hope you hear it every time you close your eyes at night
And hope to hide from that hole inside
Your broken heart, you got when you sold your pride
Rationalize it all you want with your bold-faced lies
But both you and I ultimately know what's right
You're dead wrong, baby
Dead wrong
It's the end, friend of mine