[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Mr. Menace]
11/30, 1976
My mom spit me out, she had milk in her ****
I couldn't breastfeed though, my mom was anemic
I still grew up big and strong, I ain't really need it
I walk through these streets of Paterson like Oscar Madison
They dirty, but hold up, nobody ever served me
Kept my head up high, went through my riches and roads
To get disgusting **** like a toad
The prince got kissed, he turnt real quick
This is what I do, I been through some **** real thick
Up to the eyebrows, you know I dealt with mad ****
But I just come through like "Pff, whatever"
I shrug my shouldеr, I wipe it off, yeah, I dust it
All the rappеrs can't catch up, no cut the mustard
So what I do? I maintain my brain, I stay focused
I shine like the light, now watch the roaches run
Here come the raid, ayo, the cops, bro
I ain't stand around, I'm not an *******
This my monopoly, now watch me just pass go
I'm in my threshold, they don't really know
Every since 9 years old, I knew I had a gift
When it came to the pen, yo, I'm nice with this
My middle finger stuck up like a lightskin chick
It's frightening just how- nice I get, huh

[Verse 2: Sir Soaked]
"You ain't got no lyrics, S" Man, stop it
Make your sentences make some sense, no Common
Agh! My apologies, sorry if that line was trash
But I got more that'll cut through you like glass
This EP is sick, we gettin' places quick
A day in my life is so crazy you could make a whole flick
Don't wanna get sued, so we made this one a bonus
"I got better tracks than you" Man, bogus
Where's all your swagger at? Man, focus
I'm keeping this short, not wasting time
Committed to rapping like my life is on the line
"Hey, making bangers is illegal!" Guess I'm doing time
Stop rapping about guns, you ain't did no crime
I'm sick of all the cap rap, saying you got racks
When you're struggling to get just half that bag
So come on, homie, tell me what's good
Everything, man! It's all good in my hood