[Verse 1: Great Scott!]

See these wise guys move like Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Ride by in that fly shit, suckas wanna die

Realize they on my dick, never can disguise

Who they truly are, good attempt but no cigar

They sip, said we way too far from delusional rap stars

Living they life stuck in a glass jar

A whole lotta swag and a bundle of whack bars

Tats on they bodies and they all in the same cars

I swear, no one on the corner like bright light, ours

Got the double R jackets with the bullet proof scars

Used to claim alien but it was cold on mars

So we dipped back home, "what's going on?" like the guards

Sonars couldn't track us, whipping through the stars

Made a left, try the bar, smack the atmosphere hard

Match the pedal to the floor, my speedometer on million

Atmosphere burning, peel the paint up off my ceiling

By lunchtime we was back, cooling in my building

Kicking it with ninjas, just blending like chameleons

[Verse 2: Henry McCoy]

I never held the steel, never ran, never will

But if you disrespect you'll catch a hand in your grill

Its quantity for skill, they landing major deals

And make the same hood record, but I ask, "is it real?"

They silver spoon fed while we bled and shed tears

Driving for great or good for the future of our kids

She claiming she the wife, I'm wondering if she is

Sleeping with his man cause he handle more bus-

Working solo, sleep at night, meditation, eating right

Planned future seizing like I send a message through the mic

Need these private kids just to feel my pain

Feeling cold, searching for some help when it starts to rain

You'll see soon, we heal wounds, at least that we consume

But now clear a path as we step into the room

It's the mighty MaxClique, coming live from the dungeon

Let these peasants breathe, I think they know that we comin'

Sportsman