[Verse 1: Blu]

Hot dang, get out the lane, I came to do my thang

Busting the cut and just letting my nuts hang

Remember my name before I enter your frame

Y'all niggas get in the game like y'all bang

But can't hang like the nigga that feels like hell breezy

Flipping these shows is so easy

To get in the time when I'm spitting the (?)

When I'm spitting a line

My DJ keep these things deep in these crates

Mainframe banging the beats in each state

Cheap skates selling they souls on eBay

While I'm deep up in the city like (?)

World (wide)

Put your hand sin the sky

Burn a motherfucker down with the (?) sound

Drowning in the mainstream, I'm between the underground

Got these mutherfuckers ducking when I spit rounds

James Brown slang, little man get down

Been all around the world doing shows and one thing I know

But ain't no place like home

Yeah, we up in the place

With a shorty and a .45 in

DJ bumping the bass

With a hand in the air, bumping Tribe Check The Rhyme

And there's nothing to say, I'm on point J

All the time y'all

Never kick a line off

Beat hold, heat hold

No B-L-U no E even if I don't breathe

Watch out, proceed and continue to venue

When I'm taking out the temple

And I rape the instrumental

When The Roots you (?)

Or Ninjutsu

When Blu hits you, you will honk

Bitches in the place get the fuck up off the wall

Tell the DJ that be playing your song

I bang bang boogie, I be fucking up the pussy

When I hit it in her hoodie till the break of the dawn

Wake up in the morning till I (?) and yawn

Get the newspaper off my lawn like extra extra, read all about it

Hot shit fucking you up, bruh so watch it (x4)