[Chorus]

Yea, where ya old man be?

Could I be your man? Yea you bet, gladly

Holla get at me while I rap this city

Wrap this city while I rep this city

[Verse 1: Sayla]

You’re ‘bout to lose her like Aaliyah, leave you for me;

A scene of messiahs and scenesters, see you post an appeal - a plea for forgiveness

In a sea of posers appeased by your scheme of scenic bullshit as cool shit

I’m on that Blu shit, who the fuck dares to oppose us?

My motives will implode and fold your soul in

Aim high and break the sky, in this Hunger Games, I fly with the bow in hand

Glide like a Boeing can

Glowing and flowing while we flamin’ out the blokes and stans

Juxtapose you folks in a jam

It’s an emotional and potent potion - still a sweet revenge, no less

Wanna come toe to toe to me? I consider you toe-less

I’m informal, suited up but bow less

Banking on kharma, coming back for my dollars

For the applauses, overwrite the clauses ‘cause we lawless

A slave to the system but I’ve done it all, I’m chore-less

They know my verse like it’s the chorus

I spit what I see; I see the trees from the forest – timber

[Chorus]

Yea, where ya old man be?

Could I be your man? Yea you bet, gladly

Holla get at me while I rap this city

Wrap this city while I rep this city

[Verse 2: Yang Ariff]

I’m gonna take your time, you can’t hold, get folded flow

Underwater quarters breath control test

You know how with 120 lessons

Undressing 1,200 advances

We could smash out the questions but quick to school one like Rick the Ruler

With 8 million ways to do your medulla

Too hard for the radio that could ease the stress, so eat cassettes

But she got broken pencils and I’m able to cope

Scopin’ with the chrome handle, going half on the babe, but with half on the tape

Hoping to get her back and stretch her out on the table

With my best laid plans to expand and plot the city limits with hieroglyphics

No plus or minus, miss

That’s mental refinement against crime

The cool Casanova all over your dime

With spare to spand but you can’t save them all

Brothers might house you but I have you work it off

Come back to quiet storms, quick to talk one, girl I’ll make you famous

Because this mic be stainless

And I spit that 3 finger ring rap, carving names on the pavement

Staying fit with crazy prophylactics; serving Monalisas and causing much damage

Chillin’ up with peach fuzz and waking from the reefers

Speechless, from the farthest reaches

This is just a feature so don’t tempt me

KL city is nitty gritty, Klang river shows no pity, so get with me

[Verse 3: Sayla]

Light the blunt, let the high take you back

I got the record stacks that could sink a city of dames addicted to plaques

They got that Motown mojo, Apollo-mode yo

Pull a young Lauryn; turn phoenix and set fire to the dojo

Come home, I’ll treat you better than the old chiefs and head honchos

Come on come on, let’s play a higher game of chess

Pick your brain and let the lust the digress; digest the love-lost

They love wars, so you don’t fuck with ‘em

They be buggin’ ‘bout being the biggest boss, but I don’t bug with ‘em

I be the good guy befriending bad guys that want to be good guys but doing it mad fly

Too short for b-ball but too long for the just one time

Conscious of the consequence of showering you with compliments

So I hold back, don’t let you forget

The scene’s cotton candy and I know you love throwbacks

So come back to gold, love – we on that