[Intro: Mir Blackwell]
OK, I'mma fucking blow up, everyone please, share your interview with me, I'm gonna help you with this one, uh huh, look

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
I feel like Goku, new whip is a space pod, I treat the booth like the Gravity Chamber
Bro drop me off just to catch me a body, if I hit his line, he'll be back for me later
I couldn't fuck with no n***a like Hercule, I couldn't be in the trap with no hater
I need a bitch who way stronger and badder than Eighteen and still about stacking her paper
Sliding like Jaco, I keep me a beam
I said it's best not to step to my team
Bitch, it's young Dеwey, I stay with a band
Yeah, I stay with a band like I'm chasing thе green
The way that you came ain't the way you gon' leave
I keep a couple of tricks in my sleeve
I know some youngins gon' come for the throne
I've been known as the heir since before you could breathe
I feel like Bardock, you don't see the vision
If you saw the vision, you wouldn't believe
I want a taste of the fruits of my labor
I'm hanging with Turtles, I'm staying with Trees
My shorty Annin, she simply a giant
Like Broly, no time for the bitching and crying
I'm feeling divine like I'm sitting with Kais
If he talk, cut 'em short like he switched it to Kai
I pop a bean, that shit don't get me high, when I'm puffing on Nimbus, I feel like I'm flying
She said my pockets was getting too fat, so I told my lil' Buu, we should go on a diet
Pull up like Goku, when I chill with Po, if I beef with my bro, I see both of us dying
Came with a beam, and I slid with the ice, when I pull up on n***as, they think I'm a tyrant
[Interlude: Connor Quest!]
Ay yo man! Oh wait, that's-that's the wrong tag, that's the wrong tag, I got energy to spare, I got like a bunch of it, let me-let me tell you how much I got

[Verse 2: Connor Quest!]
Just had a monster, a Red Bull, relentless and ten full scoopes in my G-fuel cup now
So damn wired like an Android, plug into the mainline grid cause a city wide shutdown
I'm in the best of my form, so adept at performance get standing applause from a tough crowd
Your shit is actively harming the rap environment with all of the junk that you pump out
That link in your bio's degrading
A waste of engagement like an unfaithful fiancée
Beyond saving, for God's sake get him off stage
It's just fucking painful to watch, mate
Who let him cook? Shit was tasteless and half-baked
My shit an eight course, banquet with chardonnay
Fucking fake weebs tryna grab large pay
Bro probably pronounce it as kay-mey-ha-ma-me
Gotta look dapper and bold
Plastered in Gold, giving that aura of showbiz
I need the fashion and clothes
Swaggiest coats, I need that sauce like a Doujin
I keep the circle close knit
Looking from the outside in, they be so pissed
'Cause I be thrice times the size Piccolo big
Shame you were certain on burning the rope bridge
Now it's curtains for those bitches, oh shit
We done tone shifted, drip drip
Spilling cold liquid, I've told this
Over and over and if it ain't broke, then you don't fix it
They enjoy con like sold switches
I created this man in my own visage
Like the Holy Spirit
Tryna have that leg up on me, get your bone splinted
[Verse 3: Mir Blackwell]
I'm too fly for a Nimbus
Korin the guy, he supplying the business
My bro on my side, we gon' find where a ten is
An eye for an eye, but I ride with Tien, and you probably forgetting
I ride with a bitch, and her vibe keep on switching
Young Dewey like Frieza, a problem, a menace
I clear out the scene and leave God as my witness
He claim he was gas, but ain't cough when I hit it
So it ain't time to rap, move with the metal, it ain't time to scrap
It's like Goku versus Yakon, I put the glow back on, he talk on the gang? I might pop out and flash
I'm gon' catch me a case, but he moving like Jeice, he was talking that cap, he might hop out and dash
I have a bitch like Videl, she was giving me head, we was not in the bed, we was right out of class
Huh, wait one minute
Booty like pudding, got some cake up in it
Told lil' shorty like Gogeta
If you do my dance, you gotta get your leg up with it
I was really in the crib, getting play up in it
You was really in the crib, getting played up in it
Keep one in the Chamber when I kill your spirit
This time? You gon' really wish you stayed up in it
Don't censor shit, I really owned these words
So I'm like Inumaki, only speak in curses
Like the Mari cypher was an Oni first
See, I don't fight with rats, but I've killed multi-verses
Praying that the Dragon Balls would only work
I would give all my wishes to my homie first
See, my only wish would be to know the purpose
'Cause these n***as hate, and these hoes be flirting
I'm like a Super Saiyan with the shine
Hop in the booth and lay it on the line
I spit the truth, they play it as a lie
Fuck I'm gon' do but say what's on my mind?
Moving like Hit, they playing with my time
You n***as Goku, playing with your life
I have 'em gone, before he say a line
My brodie from Namek told 'em give me five
My brodie from Yardrat told 'em put the deuces up
Hold up, show 'em how to move with us
Came with purple drip, my ego super buffed
I got the call from Po, I told 'em oop it up
I get the call from Po, he said the Loop is up
Ball like Cheelai, n***a, really super clutch
Eis in my veins, I got the coolest touch
N***as switching forms, but that ain't new to us
Move like Krillin, get rocked in the face
If he running like Cell, then I'm not gon' chase
Said this tech coming out of the case
I got Seventeen shots, and they not gon' wait
Too fly when I hop out the wraith
Like Trunks, put the chop to his face
Like Gohan, I'm dodging the fame
But I pulled up on Cell like I'm not for the games
Four on my side, and this chop finna blaze
She gave me straight face, I was not entertained
She like Doctor Wheelo, she bond with the brain
I feel like I'm Dende on top of the game
[Verse 4: Connor Quest!]
Top with the gang, can't box with the A-team
Dap up my mans like I rock with the J-league
Lock on the cannon, this Donkey Kong barrel
Gon' pass through your clan, you get shot with the same beam
Texting a peng blonde, arse and hips
This ten want my Shenron, grant her wish
And her head's like a jet wash, rinsing it clean
A machine in the sheets, clicked start and spin
I don't understand how he does it?
Hmm, probably the charm and wits
Or the craftsmanship, or the garms and fits
Or the fact that he's drafting the hardest hits in the biz
Fuck a powerscaler
Crossed his top five off a list, and he's now a hater
No taste, all your takes have a sour flavour
Give him five minutes, still mouthing an hour later
Y'all sound the same
Your shit's easy to dodge like a Bowser flame
Thought you'd tipped the scales 'till I applied that counterweight
Might've been at your best before, but now you're out of date
I go more than Super
Know these hands can form bazookas
Turn your mans a sort of fuchsia
Then my partners call the Uber
You're not future, you're still junior
I done rode and toured in cruisers
When I come through, you salute to
Your new overlord and ruler, ah!