(Mike)
Alright

Verse 1 (Mike)

They say [bad word] back Mike
It's a pleasure to have you
You da hot [bad word] 
It's like metal to magnets [bad word] round the back to the staff
Door access
Light up a Cuban
Spot a pig matress
Autograph action
Sneak through the door
 [bad word] and me turnin ya peace into war
(Peace into war)
So turn the [bad word] beat up some more
And Step back pronto
Reload [bad word] 
Mike, Ryu, and Tak
It's like some Mo Wade and Marly Mal
Symphony rock
You could turn off the beat
And couldn't get me to stop
I could give a fat [bad word] 
If you with me or not
I do not give a [bad word] 
Got tracks on the Billboard
But here I am
With my man Green Lantern
Raisin [bad word] a-gain
And so way past go
Never sold my soul

 [bad word] 
(Never sold my soul)

(Ryu)

Verse 2 (Ryu)

You see what I've [bad word]  [bad word] 
Top gun
Mac 1
Knock tongue
Baby I'm the best
I aint got another option
(Tion)
Grotesek yet?
So fresh
Yes!
Never lost
Not once
(Never)
You see what I've [bad word] 
The last 6 months
My lyrics went from
"Oh [bad word] quot;
To "Oh [bad word] quot;
This dude is a problem
Don't front
The last of the west coast rappers
That don't suck
(Suck! )
This isn't even fun no more
I done killed so many people
That my gun gets bored
Why fight now?
I already won this war
Everything you think is hot
Man I done before
From the bloc [bad word] 
To the rap [bad word] 
To the rock [bad word] 
Even did some pop [bad word] 
Fatten up my pocket
Profit!
 [bad word] with me?
See nuthin is free
It's R-Y-U from the [bad word] 
Suck it!

Verse 3 (Tak)

Can't get a grip
Plan sorta slips
Stand in front of the fan
With his hands full of [bad word] 
Covered the face before
The camp was a clique
 [bad word] 
They call em a [bad word] of a man with a lisp
Can't escape the dark
Or erase the thought
His heart beats
Quicker than a racing horse
So he blocks his own reflection
And ducks from sunlight
Then both worlds collide
And result in a gunfight
Cuts in his chest still [bad word] rouliette wheel
Mistakes might of
Spattered in the guts into left field
Ooh!
Take a deep breath for the recess
Thangs on the brains
To remain as a defect
Yea
new born with a new curse
Fits like a shoe horn in a blue hurst
Then the lights for the lampshade glow
Pull out the pen
And let the whole [bad word] thing blow

 [bad word]