Verse 1 (Kopi Su):
Yeah I've got some words and you heard how I jaw 'em off
Splat! Like a sawn-off
I hit the blunt, choke *cough *cough
I drape myself in soft cloth
woven on the top of merapi
nobody ill as I be
as far as I see, I be the rap industry ghandi
so if you think you've got some skills,
go 'head! Try to top me
Just don't be caught cut and copy
orang gila, dia mau mati!
off him quick, goodnight, terima khasi!
My style's like Adrien meets Rocky,
like Taharuden met my grand mami
Your rhymes are like a floppy disk,
out of date ain't takin risks
but I be coolin,
rulin all you dumb cats who be droolin, like
If you ain't doin, what the fuck you even doin?
Y'all are rhymin for nickles while I win again
I'm winnin like my name is Lewis Hamilton
Matter fact I'm in a benz,
but I ain't got no money
I got a sugar mommy like to call me 'lil honey
ain't a damn thing funny!
'cept her husband, he don't like me
call me freud bout to dig into your psyche
it's unlikely that you're ever gonna fight me
got them words to incite, B
I weave them words like spells
and they spell the death bell like
Iwo Jima shells, yo!
Step into my realm
in this ship I'm at the helms
by your rhymes I'm underwhelmed
by my rhymin you can tell
I'm a king and magician, a true technician
and I be cookin in the kitchen
put the spice in the fryer baby listen, I'm
whippin up a five star curry, hurry
If your quick then take a whiff
of the dish that I be servin
behind the wheel and I been swervin
but I still make pole position
make a joke on my condition like
I'm just droppin in to blur your vision
Knock Out! No split decision.
I've got a fatter lip than Cassius,
I'm gassin it, it's gaseous
more gassier than fascists
I'll burn you into ashes
and I'm classier than classics
I'll tell you what the rap is
and thats a rap bitches!
I'm rollin in the riches it's a new world order
in this world I'm the illest.

CHORUS:
Do, make, say, but don't think too much
I been goin crazy, maybe drink too much
Hit them brakes too late, yeah I drift too much
dip the clutch, out the corner like vroom

Verse 2 (Jackie Pomeroy):
Chiefin’ on strong reefer
Make sure she feel it first like I was bumpin’ Queen Latifah
Black wife beater with the button up n’ sweater
Dapper style, black n’ mild rolled up with the diesel better
Insteada’ nictotine I’m fiending for something greener
More fresh n’ cleaner
Christina she used to play me for kicks
So as a kid I got hip on how to dip on a bitch
Like fuckin’ tarter sauce with fish with the chips
My quadroon
Met another woman with a ring on her lip
African Dominican both mutts we mixed
Wish I could attest that my wisdom done held a grip
But nah, You shoulda’ heard the words out her jaw
Laws, I ain’t abide by those
Calls, I made ‘em but she ain’t get the phone
Fall, came hot on that happenstance’s toes
Romance the pants offa’ my dip with the jones
She the loveliest kind
I never allow a piece of chicken
To be lay on my mind
No more
Dough for the rainy day’ll stay
What I’m grindin’ for?
If not to cop a crib in B.X.
And flex a buck offa’ rent
It ain’t in my dockets to pay what the feds leant
Dead bent on that stupendous
Else it ain’t worth a cent
My blow disher
Drugunov precision
With the zoom PBS
Self funded
Put a bundle on it
On some VVS
Movin’ like a rogue in the shadow
And they ain’t seen me yet
Highly hazardous like a lighter
Unto a VHS
Still workin’ the trench
knee deep as a vet
In bloody branded villas
Bolo knives n’ 05’ bayonets,
Doughboy with it