[Produced by Jay Curry] [Intro: Mike G] Good evening ladies and gentlemen Mike G, Jay Curry Mic check 1, 2 This Verses 3 [Verse] They didn't see this coming I could sky dive and hit the ground running Counting casualties after two minute ma**acres I float in the breeze, With or without a pa**enger Hey, please believe, I rap laps and that's fact You'll have to back track Full bags and jet lag but c'est la vie And anyone who approaches me should vacate please Cause I bang like that 808's and ba** heavy beats, that's these.. Compliment the track so well I'm basically beatboxing for championship belts I'm not nice People might just have to introduce themselves twice Still screaming "High life" and can't stop I'm Mr. 3k, tryna get me in the hall of fame spot Practice my swing after dark But when I get old I know I'll still hit the ball way out of Miller Park My flow spark, I'm fly, you should call me Static Shock At night my eyes glow, pa**ion burning from the heart Ghost Rider on four tires, my head on fire With the heat that I be thinking of, my degree in art This vehicle I can't park On the road all the time I don't glow no more, I shine Drop anyone of you that's wasting my time Drop one of a kind rhymes like dimes [Outro] Mike G This Verses 3