[Intro: JMCEE]
Right out of Genius.com's Finest
JMCEE, and Your Favourite Shady
Some of the best MCEE's in the game
The greatest of all time!
Let's get it

[Verse 1: JMCEE]
Ayo, I just hit 50k on my YouTube channel
Cringe drippin’ wastemen got me throwin’ a flannel
I be like a meteor because I’m content as a creator
You watch too much anime like you living in Asia
I wish I could take the piss out of you, but who hasn’t?
Your life is like a lorikeet, it is just a parrot. (Hold on)
I said parrot because all you do is mimic
Think you’re a gangster but it’s just a gimmick
All you corny cunts, yeah I’m starting to go crazy
It’s almost verse 2 so I’ll bring in Shady

[Verse 2: YourFavouriteShady]
What's up, it's YourFavouriteShady, ready to take the mic
JMCEE set the stage, now I'm ready to ignite
I'll bring the heat and drop some bombs
My rhymes so sick they'll make you feel like you got the runs
These other rappers all sound the same, no creativity
Me and JMC always pushing boundaries, breaking through the vicinity
My words are my weapons, they sting like a bee
I'm the greatest of all time, you can ask Muhammad Ali
[Verse 3: JMCEEE]
This song is going harder than old Blu Tack
Somebody asked about my wealth, had to give them a whack
I don’t trust nobody nowadays, I got my own back
But at least I ain’t like you gangster pussies doing crack!
And I meant that in the literal sense, you’re doing bare shit
Me and Shady doing a collaboration, he said “let’s make a hit”
I replied ASAP, and then I wrote my verse
This freestyle fast and furious, lyrics come like a burst

[Verse 4: YourFavouriteShady]
Let go of that trigger, let bullets burst
Doin' suicides on the sidelines, feeling cursed
And if you survive, maybe you could be with my kind
Where words intertwine and rhymes are refined
My flow's so sick, it's like a viral epidemic
My verses are magic, they're almost telekinetic
I'm the king of the rap game, my throne is iconic
My skills are top-notch, they're almost bionic
You're just a pretender, a wannabe in the scene
Me and JMC the real deal, the greatest you've ever seen

[Verse 5: JMCEE]
I don’t take backchat or disrespect
Stop standing on your tip-toes like you’re erect
You ain’t the Top G, and you ain’t the messiah
You’ll only see him once a year, but he ain’t Mariah
I’m talking coward, most you bastards are scared
One “bang” and you’ll see that man cares
But I don’t gotta use onomatopoeia to prove my point
I’ll just pour some Iced Tea and relax with a joint
[Verse 6: YourFavouriteShady]
JMC just dropped some fire on this track
I gotta follow up, but I ain't gonna lack
I'll spit some bars that'll leave you shook
And I ain't talking Mobb Deep, reading cunts like a book
I'll leave the beat shaking, like it's on a trampoline
Shaking up these bitches,hoping they OD on that methamphetamine
Bars kick more than the premiere league
And they all hit like a roundhouse from Bruce Lee
We're the bests of the game, the champion of the scene
They don't sleep on us, call us caffeine

[Verse 7: JMCEE]
The last verse, how am I gonna make this pop?
Better not dead it like when Deadeye flopped
On that topic, I know He still tryna get me vexed
Stop simpin’ on [], it’s so obvious, I’m dead!
Furthermore, do I really have to prove I’m good?
I ain’t got a milly but I’m a star like Rudd
Hit him in the jaw, you’ll hear that Thud
And we don’t bleed the same, so don’t call me “Blud”

[Verse 8: YourFavouriteShady]
JMCEE set it up, now it's my turn to drop the bombs
I'm great at rap, they can't deny, I'm the one they want
My rhymes cut like knives, while yours are blunt
Always enjoy spitting rhymes, y'all are just runts
Deadeye flopped, but that ain't us, gonna be on top
Spit wicked shit so sick, call me Doctor Hip-Hop
[] simpin' on who? Man, that's just weak talk
All those bitches'll leave you in the dust, times up, check the clock!
Proving I'm good? Man, that's child's play
Leave y'all in awe like a perfect ballet
Rudd may be a star, but we the real supernova
Lines hitting harder than a head-on collision with a boulder
Hit 'em in the jaw, they'll feel that thud
And with my rhymes, they'll know that I'm no dud
We don't bleed the same, call us different breed
The way I spit these flames, I'll make you concede
JMC and Shady yeah, we killed it, no need to dispute
Now it's time to hit the streets, feeling high off this lyrical pursuit