[Verse 1: Great Scott!] See these wise guys move like Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Ride by in that fly sh**, s**as wanna die Realize they on my dick, never can disguise Who they truly are, good attempt but no cigar They sip, said we way too far from delusional rap stars Living they life stuck in a gla** jar A whole lotta swag and a bundle of whack bars Tats on they bodies and they all in the same cars I swear, no one on the corner like bright light, ours Got the double R jackets with the bullet proof scars Used to claim alien but it was cold on mars So we dipped back home, "what's going on?" like the guards Sonars couldn't track us, whipping through the stars Made a left, try the bar, smack the atmosphere hard Match the pedal to the floor, my speedometer on million Atmosphere burning, peel the paint up off my ceiling By lunchtime we was back, cooling in my building Kicking it with ninjas, just blending like chameleons [Verse 2: Henry McCoy] I never held the steel, never ran, never will But if you disrespect you'll catch a hand in your grill Its quantity for sk**, they landing major deals And make the same hood record, but I ask, "is it real?" They silver spoon fed while we bled and shed tears Driving for great or good for the future of our kids She claiming she the wife, I'm wondering if she is Sleeping with his man cause he handle more bus- Working solo, sleep at night, meditation, eating right Planned future seizing like I send a message through the mic Need these private kids just to feel my pain Feeling cold, searching for some help when it starts to rain You'll see soon, we heal wounds, at least that we consume But now clear a path as we step into the room It's the mighty MaxClique, coming live from the dungeon Let these peasants breathe, I think they know that we comin' Sportsman