[Intro Adlibs]

[Verse 1: Ohini Jonez]

The cat's in the cradle, platinum spoon

I'm eating off a king's table

Surpassed Cain now Jonez slings Abel

Blood shed lyrics that cry over your fables

From the underground but I'm still over heads so it's something like a crown

Silk hat for a pig or tiara for a clown

Notebook spiral: the galaxy's unbound

Galactic acid trip never come down

I'm on the come up, reverse missionary

Abstract tracks, we're the real visionaries

Your poets' society fills cemeteries

Skip the old guard, I'm Chris Paul and they're buried

And it seems I get no February

14th for my 16s from you Marburys

Who crack up for camera lenses and won't vary

So I'm unfxckwithable; no Mary

[Hook: Sxvxnt]

So here we go (Here we go!)

Here we go (Here we go!)

'Hini Jonez, Johnny Pub and Stanstro (Here we go!)

(Repeat)

So here we go: it's the trio

With flows tighter than Speedos

And Benny beating like Ringo

We glow like the old Beatles

Here we go (Here we go!)

Here we go (Here we go!)

'Hini Jonez, Johnny Pub and Stanstro

[Verse 2: John Public]

Come on the track like "dun di dun DUN!"

Board shorts, boat shoes; I told you the polo's stunting

Kracken and Ginger in the solo cup and a-Yankee fitted up

I am back mxthfuckas!

G-shock weighing my wrist down

Get clipped now 'cuz rhymes is a pistol whip now

Cheating spits these adulterous scripts out

Wrecking homes/holmes, the way these flows gon' go hit now

She said I wasn’t a man

Ok, I’ll be that

Pussy’s what I eat

So I am, I'll concede that

Never go in without a rubber, you jerks

Especially if you're broke and can barely afford her!

But I digress; I’m organic, you're manmade

In the circle, you're Urkle fucking up the handshake

When I’m in a mood, I’m chin checking fools

Points for joints, more for testicles

Combine and deploy Siamese Muay Thai knees

Designed to destroy emcees from coining corny lines, B

I’m flammable, dude

It’s understandable you’d stop and ask for a hand like it was cannibal food

Man, Sxvxnt said that he’d be needing some shxt

So he came and got me and Ohini to spit

And with Ludacris' speed, pansy rappers getting damaged

I toss them across the room like Rick Moranis!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sxvxnt]

Stro

I've got the beat, I'll rock it and dump it

Emcees, your armor is nothing

These three will slide by and let them things spout

And if there's beef, we'll chop it and dump it with ease

Your drama is touching to we

It's live how we 'X' the lames out

Etch and stretch our lanes until they're something like your dame's spout

It's like sending a straw down the hall of L'il Wayne's house

So sketch our names in the frames with the sickest slingers of slang

Johnny: Jersey's burbia blitzed with his verbal 'caine

Ohini: Georgians roar from the twist in his southern twang

Stro: The IL/ill spitters get chills when his tongue's inflamed

"Tonz 'O' Gunz" ablaze these Gurus shatter and shame

Swagger enchanted bastards with bars of a parrot's cage

You can bet the wreckage will stir and inspire waves of

Pleasure and relishing blessings throughout the game from

Every sequestered emcee who's ever been staged up

By clowns directing more effort into their make up

[Hook]