[Verse 1: The Majedi]

Back in the booth ready to drop some wisdom

Multi dimensional like rectangular prisms

No matter what's said no dents in my armor

I'm not Irish but I'm sure a lucky charmer

Bitch named karma done me dirty

Ill be surprised if the bitch lets me see thirty

I talk dirty with foul Language

Throw in some Spanish and call it Spanglish

Dead in the middle of little Italy

There ain't no itty bitty titty bitches in my cities committee g

Now how'd you like that Big Pun tribute

We blowing up just wait for the click boom

Me and my click too bout to raise hella havoc

While I stack more green than the planet namek

We been raising havoc where you been man

'Cause I turned heartless call me tin man

[Chorus: Danny G]

Concept is the clique, get you bitch off my dick

That shit made no sense but whatever

This beat is fucking ham, make your fam a bunch of fans

And that drunk bitch from last week you can bring her

Got the bitches on the phone, and this kid is home alone

Let's make this an evening we won't remember

The beats, I'm down, Studio, I'm down

The whole world we down, fuck you, censored

[Verse 2: Danny G]

You funk pucks chef wolfgang cooking up all you jive turkeys

Jive but not fresh cause you feathered bitches expire early

Making lops puke at the sound of a stocked sample

Skinny pixled spick with the swag of an unstopped vandal, handle

Beats every session making shit that make you listen louder

Dropping fucking bars like homos up in them prison showers

My vision's power, pitching up chords and doing Melissa Ford

More or so an asshole when I'm picking my shit up

And dippin' out her

The only colombian with out a sack of fuckin' powder

The only sack I own is under my denim jeans and fuckin' trousers

From Thai Town Express to Roscoes up in Gower

To wonderful Harlem these bitches shakin' no Bauer

Baby girl I got the power, make it sting sour

Chew that chunky monkey good leave your booty sayin' wowzer

I get the cream like chowder, Danny out the house

We rollin' out like my concept trick, out her

[Chorus: Danny G]

Concept is the clique, get you bitch off my dick

That shit made no sense but whatever

This beat is fucking ham, make your fam a bunch of fans

And that drunk bitch from last week you can bring her

Got the bitches on the phone, and this kid is home alone

Let's make this an evening we won't remember

The beats, I'm down, Studio, I'm down

The whole world we down, fuck you, censored