[Mikey Styles]
Yeah, Yeah, 1-2, 1-2
This is how we do, 1-2, 1-2
Something made for your jeeps
Something made for your cars
Something made for your walkmans
Something made for your systems
Know what I'm saying?
I kick the politics
So what's my name? (Big Mike)
Rocking mics on tracks like mountain bikes
Gotta keep my mouth clean
For critics still sizing
Still on the rapping, remember this we're slamming
I know this cat who want to be a superstar
Play the role proper, ain't got a dollar
Now he wants to battle new scholars
To prove he rap this, to prove he rap wack
Word up mister MC, you gonna get slapped
>From Montree to N-wild, styles for hood see
I be the b-boy walking
With the Guess sagging
Crown MC staring, at my chain, shiny
Acting like he fronting
Perfect example of this cat half stepping
I know you heard our shit on the radio
But you ego won't let go because we're raking all your dough
And we ripping all your show
The jelly jelly's envy
Basket Case rocks your party (party)
The jelly jelly's envy
Basket Case rocks your party (party)
[Mr. Q]
I make sure that cash rules
Only these politics keep me stranded on this lonely island
With just me and my fam
Forever hypnotize with this corrupt lifestyle (what the fuck, kid?)
Man, I could never get enough
I be ducking, while you catch slugs through your chest
We on the roll again, making hits again
What the fuck cousin?
I find it funny and amazing, won't you open while
And analyze my construction
No fourth dimension, budha smoke type of island
Some kid went on trying
