[Verse 1: Styles P]

Yeah, I'm cool, but I'm petty as fuck (Ahh)

I'm the type to beat his ass when he said it's enough (Hahaha)

Roll a J, take a puff

Underground but I'm over the top (Over the top)

Enough's enough now, fuck the pigs, over the slop (I'm over it)

I'm like Stallone with the hat back, over the top (Huh?)

But I don't arm wrestle, I atom bomb wrestle (Yeah)

I'm a nuke when I'm in the booth, I'm a bronze vessel (I'm a vessel)

Have you seen a brown mutant? (Have you?)

I can look in the mirror in the pitch-black dark, see if verses shine through it (Mm)

I can kill an industry, I put my mind to it (Could)

I can look at the sun and say a rhyme to it (Could)

And the moon, too, know who I am, aligned to it (I'm aligned)

Yeah, it's the ghost of Peter Rosenberg (What up, Pete?)

You get your millimeter if you know the word (Get it)

You better light a joint if you know the time

If you ever seen a Jedi, then you know the signs

[Verse 2: Ransom]

Yeah, but what happens when both our souls align?

A soldier's prime is often wasted on war, never forget it

There's no credit for older rappers whose flows decline (That's a fact)

Niggas walk a tightrope but never can toe the line

I'm so refined that niggas who watch me can never know the time (Woo)

So sublime, my vivid verses console the blind (Yes)

Hot-headed nigga spittin' the coldest rhymes (Hahaha)

Drop-dead niggas figure they know the crime

Control your mind with torturous imagery, there's no synergy (Nah)

I cynically destroy all lyrically without sympathy

That's meant for me (That's mine), I was placed here to be a messiah

Born in fire, raised in hell like a note that's raised by Mariah

My vocals came with desire (Let's go), I know you feel my energy

You think you lost a friend, but in fact you're gainin' an enemy

Put my pain in this mentally (Ah), the only way I know to do it (Yeah)

You don't need to know me, my nigga, just know the music

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]

This one thing got me trippin', Amerie

This high level's not eye-level, you can't critique (Nah)

Packs and pearls, lemon cherry from Cannatique (Ah)

Kicks from Joe Fresh Goods on release (Really)

Let's make this quick, I had to go bust a sale

Watch gold mines crumble, niggas fumbled and fell

Check the weight on your own time, it's too much to scale

Appraisal for the piece worth four years in jail (Right)

Kush god, all hail the real (Uh)

They talk tall tales, hope all is well, for real

The spot is hot, I had to keep off it

Switched the operation up, hit different resources

My people baggin' up, doggy said he feel nauseous (Uh)

Half-ass too, think he got her trippin' in the hazmat suit (Right)

Be careful with it, 'cause you really have to

Or it'll be your last move

[Outro: Shawn Leflar & Tom O'Dell]

#1101-1816 is the item number on this one

And the nice thing about these practice katanas—

*Katana hitting table and breaking*

Oh, oh, that hurt!

Oh, that hurt, big time

A piece of that, just the tip, just got me, O'Dell

Ohh, that got me good (You alright?)

A piece of that tip just got me (Oh my)

Folks right now, we uh, may need emergency surgery in the studio