[Verse 1: ODCS (Maestro J)]
Alright alright alright, no Kevin Hart
But I'm about to rev and start
My engine pay attention homie 'cause this lesson's hard
Police be chasing after me like I've got 7 stars
Just blame it on my ego just like G-Lo my head's large
(Bigger then them n***as who be claiming they got figures
In disposal, AK up in my swisher and my vocals)
Y'all lyrics are just local
We spherish so we're global
Y'all hear us and y'all go to
Find the nearest telephone to
Tell the fiercest of the moguls
But they fear us too so hope you
Might've come up with a second plan
'Cause we're about to go postal
We're the realeast y'all are tofu
This is spiritual like soul food
I'll raise my hands and drop a bomb
And finish you like Goku
Whoa, dude
[Verse 2: Maestro J (ODCS)]
Hold up now I'm breaking down
These words that are so miniscule
And feeding rappers ridicule
Right out the blue, I brought the new
I'm so multi-dimensional
Multi-task as seconds pa**
I'm smoother than that criminal
Named Michael Jack, I thrill these cats
I don't diss with subliminals
(And we don't go without medicinal
We keep it in our system tho
If my rhymes were literal
I'd be stabbing streams to k** the flows
Magically like miracles
Sad to see a hero go)
These b**hes want this feeling
This dick is penicillin
My flow is supervillain
Scott Lake when we head to Childress
(With Meek and Juice we gon get stupid
Acting like some children
Realest in the building
Hub City's in my billing)
We repping for our towns
And we coming for that crown