[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 Dewey, I stay with a band
Yeah, I stay with a band like I'm chasing the 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