Exactly

It's like, URF Tone got the Cheat Code

And 1, count the bucket and the free throw

From the era where you had to have unique flow

And you didn't seek approval from the weak, yo... (that shit is weak, yo)

Word is Bond, authentic till I'm dead and gone

Nowadays, rap is like a broad that led you on

Empty promises, like calories in kettle corn

But the empty promises is what you settle for

Raise the bar, exactly

Matter fact we, never run lines like runners at a track meet

Only run lines on breaks and boom-bap beats

Most MC's, nowadays, should take the backseat

Exactly

Subtract the wheat from the chaff and, most of all, the tacky

Over-the-top rapper that simply lacks the

Skill to put the pen to the pad, and make the facts meet

Exactly

If you ask me, 90 percent of these rap cats is trash, B

I step on stage and I casually

Wreck the mic, and turn MC's into casualties

And I can spit these bars for exactly

Forever and a day, if Ila don't wanna back me

But the fact we

United, If I decided to fall back, he right there to catch me- exactly

We have assessed the lanes

And choosin' not a one of them upsets the lames

They livin' in the matrix, so unless we came

The same as them other guys, we don't float their boat like a butterfly

But these bees sting, on the microphone beasting

Like King Kong, we don't sing song, we more Sing Sing

All bars and punchlines for ya mind, bing bing

Ain't no w(h)inin' on these joints, what's my name, Risling? Nah

We come to give you that old feelin'

Backyard full of red cups and rolled Phillies

Ain't a bowl-o' chilli, unleaded nor diesel

That'll get 'em more gassed, all the while we Cold Chillin'

You know the vibe, and if not, then ask a friend

That spring in ya neck, now, is no accident

Your action's led by the track and the funk flow

From yours truly, exactamundo- we gotchu