[Verse 1 - MeLo-X]

Was a good student, got all As

So the music that I'm producing is sort of like high grade

You can get so high that

You won't need a pilot

Everytime you listen you're gaining frequent flyer mileage

Politic on project knowledge with street scholars

In need of fatter wallets so they seek dollars

Holla, at the God, inhale, exhale

Then hail the king draped in Pharaoh's bling

Or something like it

Some will like it, others won't

But understand the flow is as smooth as a summer night is

Off the top when I write this

And the plan is to get a girl with the same eyes

As the goddess Isis

Looking for my Nefertiti in the city

Where we substituted hieroglyphics for graffiti

Don't get smacked silly, with ill battle raps

Under pressure niggas twist like sprite bottle caps

Tell Semtex to gather all his effects

Cause this here might get a few bombs from Flex

A few niggas vexed when we on the set

So a few niggas gotta get palms and necks

Cracked, snapple pop, pay attention ahk

Me and Mickey bout to make this Black apple pop

Like Snapple tops

From BK to the City of Angels

City where niggas throw up their hands in angles

To represent their tribes

And other colors, niggas love us

Kiss the mothers, raise the brothers I'll teach you something

You niggas got the game all wrong

You rapping for niggas in all y'all songs

I got songs like "Treat Her Right" unh

Ladies know when I perform, I be the right form

Any blog, website, Tumblr or forum

You're drug trafficking when you post up these poems

Love it or you don't

But yo my lyrics you will quote

You wanna see whats up, get a beat thats tough

I'll eat it up for sure

If you live than I'm liver, if you hot than I'm lava

Burning up, I'm the agua, shut you down when I rise up

Fucking ducking when I come in bucking with something rugged

Niggas can hate it, but as long as the ladies they love it

Check out the ratio at all our shows

I'm the God, I get all the...queens

[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar]

Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm

Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain

I moshpit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand ,Marksmen

Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach

Yes I said talent, Kendrick ain't scared of y'all, can’t even spell competitor

Lord is my witness

I remember asking artists in streets how they did it

The only features I got is was this handsome face I was getting

How ironic, playing Sonic was the shit like a colonic

Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage

This is too street like my 23 summers in Compton

I go so deep, like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak

2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras

High salary blow jobs, low calorie rap bars not me

My sweet 16 will probably need a school ID

And usually I be, the dominant victor

You know what time it is nigga

Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction?

I’m a slain cracker from being insane

Pop a vein when I write this shit

I’m think on the shit, I'm vain and I think you’re a bitch

A female poodle under some homo's voodoo, sucking the industry's dick

We catching bodies, shooting dice in the hotel lobby, fuck your security

And that's at the Ritz-Carlton

My impurity's probably your best asset

I spit acid, hit your block and crumble your address

Leaving them stagnant

This is torture when I scorch you, or escort you

Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of

Portable handshanks, your man can’t stick to the script with handpaint

Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait

We want the peace, but keep a piece

Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up

[Verse 3 - Mickey Factz]

It's Mickey

From the depths of the seas

Back to the rap

Mick Factz motherfucker

From the, the, the Black Apple

Where the nightmares reign supreme

Stay ahead never beg cause I aim to please

Brain disease, sick spit flame degrees

That'll make Satan leave 'til his veins will freeze

Museum Mick, international women with high class

Will do E and look at you like I'm gassed

Oxymoron, big dog evict frauds

Slick boss that shop, tags get ripped off

I don't lie about what I cop like Rick Ross

Come to broads I dish off like Chris Paul

Quickdraw McGraw shoot and spit raw

I'm too hot cause I was born with a pitchfork

This kid hard, when I'm pissed off you lift off

These lip gloss ass rappers are so chick soft

Look lil mama, we ain't blood so Crip-walk

We ain't fam, you ain't my man so skip off

You get your Rafer on, I get my paper on

I'm sonning cats, I'm getting my Darth Vader on

Check the program

I'm killing rappers

Barbarian, I'm Conan

You hear the flow man

The best I know with my chest out bro

The Achievement is coming, thats not an Xbox goal