[Intro]
How to be an MC (MC)
Zan, zan, zan, zan, zan, blam, blam, blam, ay
Fuck you
[?] bitch, alright
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Zen Dash]
Zenny a big spender for big splendor
Encouraged by big tempers to switch embers
I flourished like putting some fucking stank on it (zen, zen)
I'm on em like krypton like Superman don't want it (bitch)
My vomit spit is nauseous n***a god got us
I dogwalk the beat like Christopher Wallace my father (ay)
Don't bother i'm properly stocked for so much
Trunk knockers and drunk mommas vibing all night in my Honda
I'm Baki Hanma presented by DJ Drama
I karate a beat til it leak kaka
My team awesome I promise wе on some god stuff
You ain't never mеt a god son, Zen
It's magic when my trilogy hitting, it's giving King Disease bitch
Ya head bound to the cement, disciple of the streets Zen
I am a n***a when i'm spitting, untitled but it was written
My vision was Illmatic

[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara]
I was born on cloudy days when lightning struck twice
Hardbody in a game full of overcooked rice
Took a shot, can't trust me behind the wheel like Suge Knight (skrrt)
It's weird cause behind the mic I make the shit look nice, look
Fellow bid the father, the blocks kings shall rise
From the depths, full foul where my shooters peep the maneuvers
We move like a rumor, never lacking, I don't know the fee
Never catch me slipping on that nasty Philly concrete (ew)
Told em heed my message and they treat it like some filler
Lenin statues in Finland this what i get for helpin n***as
Poverty breeds violence, but l'll slap you with my money up
Feel like Frida Kahlo I could never be a runner up
Brodie full of hurt, be at McDonalds with the double cup
The wock the rock of Sisyphus he always gotta pick it up (uh)
Goonies be some litterbugs go find ya mans and pick em up
We hit and run with bigger trucks so now they gotta scrape em up
I dedicate my prayers to forces that gotta fight the gun
The best you give them crackers is thumbs up and best of lucks
No one knows the worst you til shit gets [?]
Then you see the carnage left behind after the pursue
I done seen a lot of episodes turn to regret
We been losing for many years its like we play for the Mets
I tuck my shit when they come with the threats, but I hope to progress
Know what the game can do I seen what happened to the rest
[Verse 3: John Wells]
I said these New Balance Nineteen O' Six's is clean
I keep the Tony Hawk on me cause this shit is extreme
And I keep it deep in this Lacoste cause it don't fit in my jeans
And I keep my eyes open cause this shit is not what it seems
And I keep a watch above my hand, so I keep track of my time
I'm clockin bands as if I was managing Earth, Wind, and Fire
I keep my hands on the wheel of this Honda that I drive
Where I keep CD of the Bee Gee's cause i'm tryna stay alive
And I'm repeating what I keep repeating because if I die
Motherfucker's gotta understand the motherfucker that was I
I keep my head right, most nights i'm under covers like a spy
Keep my shorties by my side
A lot of y'all be acting like y'all ready bake me a pie
That's why most the time y'all see me with my guys
I keep my friends close I know a lot of y'all wearing disguise
A lot of fake motherfuckers tryna see me see my demise
Keep that shit far away but I still keep it on my mind
Fuck is you talkin bout