[Intro 1: Micwise]
'Wise
Uh
Southside, yeah
Dis my thoughts at the time, you know?
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: Micwise]
Trying to make a million off of minuscule amounts
Trying to shake the ceiling when I spit it to the bounce
They love the way I'm spilling, every syllable he counts
So specific when he shouts rhymes, lyrical accounts
All day in the studio, and intervals for stouts
That's right - pass the Guinness
Soon as them raps is finished
Look at the competition, when you lose it's done
But never point the finger, that's the rule of thumb
'Til my day in the grave, my plots is rhyme schemes
To the bass I'm a slave, them knocks, my mind fiends
This Trini place is my cave, these thoughts define dreams
When news travels faster than cops to crime scenes
For this dream, he don't play
Like Rae The Chef, cooks and fiends just go cray
You lames should best look for peace and don't stray
Rename 'em Westbrook, your team just OK
Don't test mine, my life is the Southside style
Foulmouth raps, spit it out quite vile
How they be afraid to
Rap too hard, you're an extraterrestrials dinner
They alienate you
For 2018 I'm trying to make me a breakthrough
Maybe it's late to self doubt, lately it's painful
But the pen never drops, every page he escapes through
They in awe of the way he remain true
[Intro 2: Chromatics]
So my boy Yung Rudd was like
"Just talk some shit in the middle here, and we'd be alright"
Hah
Yo

[Verse 2: Chromatics]
I got my finger on the pulse like a paramedic
And the bars that they dropping well it's quite pathetic
They're like, "Who gave you the right to critique and edit?"
I tell them, "Don't feel no way", like it's anesthetic
I'm prophetic
Listen my rhymes, and get a good feel
Fuck a record label, they should offer me a book deal
Never wrote a fable, you could tell it when it look real
Talk a walk in my shoes and tell me how your foot feels
Heh
Been spitting since CDs were skipping, like leg day
Change positions like a topic, she's in love with my segue
Want to do me in the dark in the park, like Fenway
Ask me if I'm getting through, I say, "I'm making some headway"
Puffing on that Don Jacob... Purple Dragon
You ain't gangbanging, but dan your flag dragging
It's like you're backtracking, I swear your pants sagging
You should put your verse in your purse or your man bag and
Forget about rapping
And getting beats from producers
You're going live on Facebook to only 2 viewers
I'm like catnip to cougars
Y'all like catnaps & snoozers
Only bepping on theyselves like heavy codeine abusers
While I stay woke
Watson Duke is joke
The way the flow float
I'd reach Tobago in 1 stroke
And if you can't tell like Medellin that I'm dope
Then here's another Chromatics verse for you to quote
G.O.A.T
[Intro 3: Yung Rudd]
Yeah
Alright
Watch
Yo

[Verse 3: Yung Rudd]
It's the Young Paxx
The hung ras
With the dumb raps
Who loves facts
And smokes strong, 'til my lungs're Jax
Cedenio how I run tracks
Not fast, but endurance is how I run laps
Around these lames and well
I've been rapping since like the age of 12
When I started blazing L's
My mind stayed in hell
But still dawg, a n***a never prayed, I fell
Deeper than the lake Quesnel
For making statements gel
Those who wack hate me
While they love to watch me like leatherback babies
Hatching in Mathura
Not a soul can phase me
Latching onto Buddha
Precision like that man, Kasey
Smacking down a loser
Trinis love drinks and ice down in a cooler
Walkin into fetes, but Paxx more like Uhura
Trekking thru the stars, spitting fire keeping the sun hot
And causing global warming
To me that life's boring
Lately dawg some psychs taught him
That the way we treat the earth really bro it's quite appalling
We live like humanity's invincible
When we are quite mortal
That's why life's awesome
So I live it to the fullest
Plain and simple, Dan I just like rhymes
Love spreading peace and knowledge, having this lifestyle
Smoked a spliff now spitting bars with Matics and Micwise
Gone