[Verse 1]
Check the rhyme and see Bolic go from broke to paid
I'ma shine solar rays while you throwing shade
Your whole facade or as Remy said your whole "Fa-kade" is weak as fuck
Only time you want that's smoke as haze
So amazed, idiots buy the shit you sell
Jesus Christ, I was heaven sent to give 'em hell
The battle's on, Bolic weighed in and tipped the scales
So ask your son how's Chippendales, they tipping well?
Ring the bell, are you ready for a title fight?
Bunch of hoes, y'all just talking dash, no Michael Knight
Take a shot; warning: if not, my rifle might
Make it hot in the building like Cory Lidle's flight
I'm too nice, y'all are wack: facts, the bar is set
High and now try and reach that, you marked for death
Murder shit, picture Big L on Bob & Stretch
Loaded Lux maybe Black Thought bombarded Flex
Once again

[Verse 2]
Once again Vanderslice flips some fire shit
I don't care, bring your crew who you dying with
Tell 'em all they can suck my entire dick
Y'all are puss, DNA from vagina lips
I'm the shit, y'all are bitch made from Adam's rib
They took a piece then made you, fucked then had some kids
Here we are, bunch of nerds mad at how I live
I'm Redman when MTV showed up at his crib
Check the fridge, Nike box filled with dollar bills
Don't give a fuck, Bolic's ill, balls of solid steel
My block is real, pushers push while they popping pills
Give babies H, like that little thot on Doctor Phil
Poppy fields, soldiers guarding Afghanistan
Then ship it here, CIA always had a plan
To wipe us out, feed 'em dope, speed and Ativan
Not this time, fight for mine, not your average man
Once again
[Verse 3]
I suggest get the fuck out of Bolic's face
Or get your jaw wired like Jamie Foxx in Ray
Hit the ground hard enough that tectonic plates
Tremble like Michael J Fox and Ali shake
Its commonplace, Bolic may mix some Jack and beer
Hop on stage, slug your front man like Atmosphere
Knocking you into next week or back a year
Way back when when Rocksteady happened at the pier
Battle there in the crowd loud, with Block an them
Tone an Pat
Cypherfest plus Icon and Pen
Cole and Tabs, thats the squad
Triple Optix stand
Still the truth, dropping gems, we don't follow trends
Lost some friends, over time some were left deceased
[❓❓], miss you kid, may he rest in peace
For you I drop classic shit
Liar and a Thief, Fightin' Words, Disconnect, whatever gets released
Once again