(Chorus)
Every writers unite
Who's on fire
(4x)

(Kool Keith)
I'm Batman on steroids
Rappers come with double A batteries
I'm a grown man who play with toys
The automatic rhymes write by themselves
The utility belt-in on eBay for sale
My rhymes scope your scalp like a medicated hair gel
I don't wan't pampers to squel and start to smell
Leave em' pot roasted toasted
Don't be no curtain so they got to shit in the open
Peep they cars when they playing poker
The one with tight pants can't move too fast
Break 'em up from the D league
Took out what he need to work on
Peter pan can pass a tunderball with a fiberglass
Call me Ernie and Nas
I'm up so high when I come down cheerleaders participate in wiping my ass
The National Basket-Ball Association
One rookie to be a little more patient
Make 'em practice in our places
Scout her earned D's on the floor shake 'em
Throw 900 pounds medicine balls around the gymnasium
Pass pampers out
Who got uniform to run
Sports Illustrated showed me getting my dick sucked with Reebok pumps
All-American unstoppable
My 360 impossible
Alumni with my white underwear with the hair follicles
I can play with a white color and shoes
Went to dunk contest with Timberland boots
Throw it up I need someone who stand n***
(Chorus)
Every writers unite
Who's on fire

(Rass Kass)
Celebrity mixologist
Mix ya 7 chakra with my Vodka
Star Wars cambino with the female Chewbaka
Telling you please fast play that new Rass Kass
Every word I speak should be a hashtag
Microphone doing I should have a Nike endorsement I'm forcing enough of scorching
The jokey with the horseman
Used to be the golden state in forceman
Drinking true blood where they ignoring
Ball on the courts
Ball on the black tie
T back lady reported balls on her shirt
It's all for this fort fought worth blood sweat and dirt
H and all as me and Kool Keith balls with a verse
All you hear is switch
Plague drilling the tray
Lets figure the game 7 n***a play
I slap the rap and your teen mascot
Do the poke game interview rocking a Gucci ass got
Pants sagging
Cause I be rapping my ass off
Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft
I roll a charnin n***as
Big head shitting in the woods
Eyes are Japanese
When you pimpin in the hood
And the tired of that
He on fire
(Chorus)
Every writers unite
Who's on fire