[Verse 1: Caine Marko]
Come on, son
Keep fronting and get run up on
And try and tell me who you're stunting on
See where I dump 'em all
The cold streets is where I slump 'em all
Chicks like shotguns, I pump 'em all
Pricks like loose change, chump 'em all
sh** shotters get knocked, bump 'em all
Call me Ashton Kutcher, yeah I punk 'em all
Five of them
I don't need a stick, man I'll punch 'em all
And my delivery so sick, plus punctual
Gangster and a gentleman, tryna be respectable
Fed up of these dead MC's, they don't get respect at all
Nah, I don't check for them, they don't get a text at all
P.S.; PRS, they don't get no cheques at all
The way they're spitting on a track is unacceptable
Face it, not one of the greatest, we the best of all
Something like, Alien Nation extraterrestrial
Bruddas stay high like your grandma's cholesterol
[Hook: Zack B]
We'll be alright, yeah
I tell 'em we ain't gotta worry no more
Got the liquor on ice, yeah
And b**hes on deck they gon' do what we want
We can do this all night, yeah
You ain't never met another brudda like this
I'm just living my life, yeah
Shooting for the stars but you know I don't miss
[Verse 2: Zack B]
Uh, b**h I'm in the building now, I'm building now
I'm the kid who took a different route, a different route
What you put is what you're gettin' out
Never slowin' down, always on the prowl
Lately I've been moving quiet but trust me bro I've got the loud
Shooting for the stars, I'm hitting astronauts while doing rounds
Skywalker, always had my head up in the clouds
I know these other guys can't stand me cause they know I sit 'em down
I'm out here you can ask about, a fire that they can't put out
Cause I am certainly burnin' them to the third degree
So, they're moving funny wishin' that they never heard of me
Woah, too many grown man actin' like they're still in nursery
The real are dying out so I'm due to perform a surgery
A devil sent from heaven the definition of purgatory
Yeah, hotter than a summer on Mercury
And right now there's too much bullsh** goin' 'round
Coalition, year we're here to hold it down
[Hook: Zack B]
[Verse 3: Zack B & Caine Marko]
Yeah, now we're all over the atlas, boy you're favourite rapper's average
Cause them guys ain't what they seem them man are catfish
Got the kitty going crazy for the flow, like catnip
So of course they wanna cat this
With a bad b**h from my district, call her Catniss
It's a madness you n***as are just some actors, you actively seeking Grammys but don't add up of a fraction of me
Doing the badness, you n***as are just a bunch of wa*kers
I'm directly sending heat-seeking missiles at family trees
Forever movin' through the area codes
With some bobble head b**hes they ain't tellin' me no
Them man are settlin' so I ain't even gettin' involved
I'm going nuts out here tryna get in this dough
Forever steady my regiment is so ready bro
You can watch my vengence a**emble up with that heavy flow
And we be hottin' up pagans like we be bunnin' crow
We be in the major league now but you already know
[Hook: Zack B]
We'll be alright, yeah
I tell em we ain't gotta worry no more
Got the liquor on ice, yeah
And b**hes on deck they gon' do what we want
We can do this all night, yeah
You ain't ever met another brudda like this
I'm just living my life, yeah
Shooting for the stars praying that I don't miss
Yeah, we'll be alright, yeah
We'll be alright, yeah
We'll be alright, yeah
We'll be alright