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[Verse 1: MIKE] Yo, it's the slum bandit, wrote his rhymes in Sanskrit Cash and shine, demand it Asses fine and hand it to the man with the plan just to manage Spit arsenal, why I show you what a tan is Slap the Afghan, the man started speaking Spanish Started sloutin' my slang, axe would make me understand it The language, the flow mad organic Jump out the portal with a open mic, spit a verse then I vanish The crowd's hand landing, symmetrical stanzas Put a couple commas where those decimals landed Swipe where your pedestal balanced Yеah [Verse 2: Sixpress] Uh, uh, check, check When thеm half ass rappers battle me, I make them casualties In my life I'm like a royal villain in my castle These fuckin' cowards try to impress me But I'm the king so Bowser for your Princess Peach Yeah Sixpress, G Flowing express keys To the life in my pocket, you think this excessively I got mint fresh piece, laying rhymes like it's eggs hatching I'm Bin Laden, Six explosive and you been lacking talent or skill Like Woody Allen, I'm real I'm wilding out while putting frowns on pounded clowns I'm ill just like the swine flu, I'm right behind you with my eyes glued on the prize You mean to tell me that I'm not nice? Here we go again, lies to my face You know the mines blew apart, for start the fitness All I do is diminish a mound of rappers out here And you know it's a lot Yo me and MIKE a sweet side effect and teeth's to rot, nigga Yeah, yeah, that was good