Verse 1: (MonTay)

I just  wanna  be a  thrillionaire

Auditory stories over beats by Bruce Billionaire

That’s brilliant. Flow so resilient

Tryin’ to break free like Willy did

Silly in the booth, still chilly with the flutes and the bells and the sweeps

And we just hope you play us in your Jeeps

Or your Subaru’s,  tryin’ to get on through to you

Scoop  ya  out the mire  cuz  the truth is on fire

Cool Guy Eli,  Spittin’ straight Freon

Countryside  rippin’ while we  whippin’ in the Neon

Then we started  snappin’ to those  Ratatat slappers

Cracker Jack Mac was like - I can mix and master

So we dropped a tape then I skated back to Cali

And now we got a deep team  creepin’ round the alley

City slick– with a thick, rich style

Flexin’ up at Ralphs in the  Gatorade  aisle

Still young so we smile while we  wild’n

Ridiculous, Rage game Cage, Nicholas

Up next, spot us in the Free Press

Steady  eatin’ cheese,  playin’ chess, we a mess

Yes, but still good like The Whopper

Word to  j.hopper  cuz  his block pops proper

Top  nanners, man we just  monkeyin’ around

Our trunks are  hella  chunky and we rock a funky sound

Verse 2: (J.Hopper)

From the ‘burbs to the block, I’ve been around (ha ha ha)

This career bounce me town to town

My friends say, “Hop, just take a breath and lounge”

I’m keepin’ up the smile after flippin’ around the frown

My mind stays steady in a dream-like state

All up in the cut with L and MonTay, it’s fate

Kings without crowns, they always down

Rippin’ the beat dity since Church and b. Worthy

I’m flyin’ all up in it, always am I gonna live it

Cuz I’m gonna go and get it

And I’m on my independent

With that swishes on my fitted I be

Learnin’ life’s lessons without that spoon full of medicine

Bittersweet, earn my bread and eat

Go multi-million, so sick I need Penicillin

Now I’m chillin’ (chillin)

I am the castaway, this beat is my Wilson

Steady risin’ up I be climbin’ divine

Feelin’ divine. Feelin’ quite fine as I moved to LA

As a young filmmaker. A young heartbreaker

And a greater debater

Like a rock to the fiend, the music is my scene

Boy I’m a clean fiend and they call me The Dean

Man, everybody wanna know who I am

I’m the man doing what I can

Shit, all up in the flow, just doing what I know

Verse 3: (Lorenzo Da Roman)

Why yes it’s me, Lorenzo Da Roman

Nice to meet you, I’ve been homin’

In on some secrets of ancient mysteries

Searchin’ the pages of ancient history

Readin’ Euripides while I’m rippin’ these beats

So turn up the volume and put it on repeat

‘Cuz I’m elite to the power of four

Readin’ Tolstoy, both the peace and the war

Problems of life, people lookin’ for an answer

All these vexing questions eat they souls like a cancer

But I’m a dancer, my soul set free

Find my treasure in heaven, rust can’t touch me

So let it be, let it be to many generations

Many still asleep, but soon they be wakin’

And I’m out here lookin’ to the new dawn

A new day risin’, call it the Eschaton

So on and on and on and on and on we go

MonTay, j.Hopper got that River Nile flow

And don’t forget this dude that is Lorenzo

So I’ll take a bow until the next show

Outro:

And we’ll see you later

Goodbye to the haters

And shout out to Montay, j.hopper

Shout out to the west coast, the best coast

East coast, the beast coast. Bye