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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