[Intro]

Phone ringing....

Monkey, where you at monkey??

[Hook: D-stroy]

And what, rappers wanna bring it to me

Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)

And what, kid we known to blow up the spot

Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot

[Verse 1: Swel Boogie]

Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)

Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather

Blow up the spot better, than you ever will in your life

Wanna kill and get trife? Go ahead I'm just gon' chill with your wife

The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex styles

To the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your X-Files

That been, hidden for years, and released when I came

Mics burn when I flame, forever remain with my name

Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all

You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bored

Must be pathetic to brawl, with an MC lord, holding a sword

I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord

[Verse 2: Jise]

You's a Fisher Price king only eligible to babble

Saddle [?] shackles

Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of a nasty tackle

Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, career's in shambles

Artistic gamble, don't tangle we're hard to handle

Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle

Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharaoh

[?] intoxicate split through travels I unravel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Q-Unique]

Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit

Excels over the blab attics, have 'em like (dag nab it!)

They pissed off, like missing the toilet

Their plans? I foiled it, like I wrapped in tin paper

Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid? I'll take ya

I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device

Lyrics shot are precise, heads blind like Three Mice

Me sheist', must of had me mistaken for the wrong spic

That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord in track one

I smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up

Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up

In the meantime, disinfect your filth love, filled with clean rhyme

Gleam like shean shine, take you ass home to better dream mine

Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us

No chance at redemption like broken trust

Who tops the bottle cap and sealed the whole three liter bottle

Rap but let it go flat?

Off duty officers in Brooklyn better go strap

[Verse 4: D-Stroy]

Don't knock me cause you can't rock me

Lyrically I'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as papi

Malarky, of your style, I make a mockery of, cause you choppy

You should specialize in copies like Kinkos

Learn that stink yo, you beat me?

(hahahahaha) I don't think so

Not even multiplied by cinco, you blink bro

Now catch your career going down the sink yo

My hits rock you dick snots so run and get cops

I rip shops and flip hot fat like Hitchcock

Outta space I roll with Spock, lyrically kill herbs

When I spill verbs, direct actors like Spielberg

Run with ill herds ("Son who's Arsonist?") hit me off yo

I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the North Pole

You soft so, really awful, I rock the grand flow

You need Magic like Orlando, or must be Rambo, multiplied by Commando

Tell your whole crew, I told you I wreck flows too, make you [?]

I'm express, you local, call in sick, you saw my clique

Your chances is thinner than swords and sticks

[Hook 2: D-Stroy]

What?

And bring me to it, nicest the MC's who oh

What?

And known blown the weak kids spot the

What?

And, bring me to it, nicest the MC's who oh

What?

And, known up blown the weak kids spot the