[Intro: Will Smith]

The separation of talent and skill is one of the greatest misunderstood concepts for people who are trying to excel, who have dreams, that want to do things. Talent you have naturally. Skill is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft

[Part 1: "Backseat Freestyle" Remix]

[Chorus]

I've been killing microphones, killing microphones

I've been killing microphones, killing microphones

Nigga, I've been killing microphones, killing microphones

Killing microphones, killing microphones

[Verse 1]

I been like the zone

When you talk to me minimize your tone

Take some of that bass out your voice

Don't go and put your Energizer on

With this beef I'm going all the way

I don't mean to the end of night, come on

I mean I'mma take it to the grave, until end your life it's on

I'm talking about cracker-jacking these niggas

'Til their whole enterprise is gone

I'm talking about clapping at these niggas

With some shit that's gonna feminize you strong

I'm talking about tenderize the bone

I ain't talking about weird science though

When I say that my ceiling is probably gone

I'm talking about villainizing your home

Nigga, I been in like the zone

I'm looking like Rambo in this bitch

But nigga, I ain't feeling like Stallone

Feel more like I'm in a heist alone

Look, I don't like to aim my shit at any artist

When I'm writing I'm just generalizing

How am I gon' take a shot at something

I can't even fucking identify with?

I'm feeling like the long days away from feeling my Patrón

Used to have the coldest bitches waiting for me

Chilling by the phone

Used to do donuts on the grass

Now I'm just feeling like a drone

'Cause even though I'm sitting high somewhere

I'm still spinning by your home, bitch

[Part 2: "Mask Off" Remix]

[Chorus]

I've been killing microphones, bitch, killing microphones, bitch

I've been killing microphones, killing microphones

Nigga, I've been killing microphones, killing microphones

Killing microphones, killing microphones

[Verse 2]

This a new life, who this? This a new phone, who this?

I'm in a new zone, who this? This ain't no Redbone and who this

I'm sorry, my top is unavailable right now

My roof gone, who this?

Nigga, my taste amazin, my chick look like the waitress from Hooters

And she about to fix me dinner

She independent, but she into niggas that's big spenders

And I'm into fitting this dick in her

And she into fitness like Brittany Renner

I used to chase the liquor with the Guinness

Move-making, nigga, with the business

With the winners in the bed with two majors

I still wake up feeling independent

I'm a savage, on top of that I'm a reckless product of D&D

Stop critiquing me, my detractors

Just couldn't sell a record to the DMV

I'm somebody, ain't nobody better than

My precise knowledge and intelligence

Well advanced, I swipe a knife across your white collar like a cheddar scam

I put your lights out like Edison

Ain't nobody out there ready for him

My blood type B positive, your type O like the credits wrong

I'm immune to all medic-on, blue Ferrari head is gone

Went from palladiums to colosseum stadiums

You perform in the Reddit forum

I spot a bitch nigga like Cyclops on Santa Monica

Got a model blowing my mind

My new Monica is blowing my harmonica

The car odometer is on the bottom

Of all the numbers like you dial star pound

Or put the car around white walls

Call 'em fire marshalls to come and shut the party down

I'm the leader of CMB, doing 52 over speed bumps

In front of your table with TMZ doin interviews while you eat lunch

I deal with mics real Kendrick-like, I'll kill a mic

Cash rules everything around me until I die

Looking right into the vanilla sky

I'm funny acting "who this?"

You owe me money, run me that or do this

Get a running start, jump into a hole, take a hole in that beluga

I act like them older cats with moola

Dragging motorcycles past the light

With Kodiak on that Patrón, I'm hot and on cognac, I'm cooler

And I'mma show no reaction to your rollie flashing like my zodiac a jeweler

Ain't nothing but a dead something, I be headhunting, yeah, I'm going for that medulla

Boo-yah, don't be acting foolish

Baby, this a new phone, you yapping "who this?"

Maybe everything I'm gon' say from here on then is gon' be on the behalf of "who this?"

(Hello) This a new life, who this?

I'm on a roll like two dice moving

I'm on a boat in Dubai fooling

On the moped flute-by shooting

I'm an unapologetic work in progress

Product of a hard-working dedicated father with shortcomings

Praying all his sons make it farther

People say that it make you softer to raise a daughter, but it made me harder

Smarter with the way I make dollars just to make sure she stay a baby baller

The way I zone is like the AC on

I play like KC and KG, you can't even cage me

I be using Windows like I'm on a HP

Just look around, I don't own a thing that ain't in HD

I ain't interested in the crown that don't belong to Wayne, Shady or JAY-Z

That's a opposite

You don't like your life, how about death?

You don't like to fight, how about sex?

You don't like the kind of car you drive, okay, how about Bow Wow's jet?

I got the kind of flow that destroy the place though

How about you take your shot at Rihanna like I did when I said "hi"?

Or how about with Soulja Draco?

How about I come through and paint the floor with your whole crew?

How about the coroner come through and tell you go get Maaco

How about I don't give a fuck about burning bridges?

How about I walk through the fire 'cause I'm hot and I got the golden gate flow?

How about I box?

How about like Argyle

I sock niggas and give 'em disease like a irock

How about I hop out the Maybach and challenge every living emcee?