[Intro: Nero]
One more
Rambo
Get comfortable real quick
DJ booth

[Verse 1: Nero]
I'm kinda like a big deal
Starrin' role in my life, let me show you how the kid feels
We can get it on, I'm the youngest veteran
Red, black, and green, spin the wheel, all bets are on
Spot lights get bright as soon as I hit the song
Feel the temperature drop soon as my kicks is on
Stay still too long and you done lost your head
You wanna talk dough? Well, let's part a bread
So progressive, I fought ahead
You can sleep on me but I'm still movin', waterbed
But don't go chasin' waterfalls, homie
'Cause I'm the Loch Ness, out to slaughter y'all, homie
Under the welcome mat, I'm so low-key
You know the music, but you really don't know me
That's why I OD, so much pain
I'm a man uncontrollable to no such brain, ugh
A'ight, let me show you how I'm livin'

[Verse 2: JaY STeeZ]
See, I'm more than just a big deal
Ladies and gentlemen, STeeZ is in the buildin', so freeze if you're irrelevant
From a age of pants saggin' and snappin' comes a rapper
Who is it? Clappin' and skippin' Backwoods
Would skip past it, but just to set the record straight
I'm feelin' great, and the whole industry is my dinner plate
With imposters and beef raps on welfare
Trust that I'm not new to this, you're dealin' with a thoroughbred
And me and Jakk became a bit of a problem
How we shittin' on guys for even thinkin' of tryin' us
And if you need some correction with your vision
Me and my boy will happily write you a new prescription
Listen, very few can compare to me
I am more delirious than I appear to be
And I will murder you lyrically or just physically
Itchin' to catch a victim, who willing to test the wizardry?
Seriously, seriously, wait, you're kidding me?
I mean we vets to the game, no injuries
Get it, B
[Verse 3: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
A'ight y'all, here's a couple eight balls for your nostrils
Kicks it like Socrates, FIFA apostle
Seed to the sound, spits hot feces
I'm front page news, y'all bound to the creases
Keep ya head down, y'all bowin' to the Caesars
Catch me accompanyin' canopy where the trees is
Turn fans into fiends, get 'em higher with every hit
You can say I got bass heads like bases
The Ripper and his mob finna take heads
The underground from the basement to the majors
Look, they say my style ain't part of the bag, homie
I'm flowin' like I boiled it, swallow the swag, now
[?] and STeeZY, we open doors with this fuckin' raw, yes, we lords of the text
They say that new sound is just new stress
But who next? We holdin' this bitch down like two vets
We on to the next, their flows we fathered
I don't get boxed up, I drop the genre
With knockout hits, Barry Bonds 'em
Pardon