[Verse 1: Verbz]
Fresh up out the gate like I'm sprintin' to the finish
Never hesitate. Wait, nah, I ain't a quitter
Acquit a track k**er makin' moves like Dilla
Out the M.I…and I…get live
Godzilla: knockin' down the pillars
That support you. Mother f**ers ain't realer
Then a riddler. I riddle you this…..
How Verbz so deep he reside in Abyss?
Refreshin' the game like I'm spittin' a mist
Bread a Mind-Freak like his name was Chris
Angel. Heaven sent Flow is this
Take a shot all you want, guaranteed to miss, b**h!
I'm on that magic sh**
Makin' fake rappers vanishin'
Skywalker, Anakin
Chris Paul of the game: straight handlin'
[Verse 2: Eagle]
Tempted to tear this beat a new one
Sound a the pound, I hear ya crew run
Never did he say he the real or true one
When it's story time, they feelin' you son
Real producers with appeal can do some
Damage. I'm planning to peel the booth up
After I'm done putting my heel and boot cuff
Right through the side and the scene is gruesome
Type to start a line wit no kind
Of substance. Must a slipped your mind
f**s wit bustas: Nicks and dimes
Something encrusted wit sh** like diamonds
No, it don't matter how I picked up rhymin'
That's past like rotay and I'm fine with it
Strong like Everclear drink wit a lime in it
Whip and the swisher both got a dime in it