[verse 1: the bank manager]
Raps the game
I made it
Created
I'd never trade it
I'm salivating as i cultivate it
Slaving over this ice cold stove
Stirring the pot
As i light up the spot
[verse 2: t.b.m]
My minds a mixing bowl of flows
Never knowing which way to go
To explode, grow or console
Everybodys got a role
Rpg in 3d
Every channels in HD
You and me, live in color
I'm talking about bob and your mother