[Intro: Chris Walker (B-Baz)] Yo son, I heard you got them bars! (Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a lil' somethin' somethin', you know) A'ight, then, kick that sh**! (Right now?) I mean, if you got them bars You should have them on deck at all times! (A'ight, fine) [Verse One: B-Baz] Tick, tock, mo'f**a know your time's up Your eyes shut on your face while you drive clutch AKA danger zone, stay in ya lane If you don't want to catch a case by the time of lunch It's been a while since I kicked it Michael Phelps style I'm talking Mayweather, Pacquiao, title belt style I'm A$AP, OF, know I act wild Gimme a Kit-Kat or else get smacked, child I'm the dude they call when things get black, child I'm so crack, you so whack, get back, child Just one clap leave your wig pushed back, child Last time I heard it makes your whole world black, child [Interlude: B-Baz] Now that I've gotten rid of the people who don't like rap This is the real poem: [Verse Two: B-Baz] On the microphone I make metaphorical monsoons To all the snakes in the gra**, I am a mongoose Tidus, you try this, my touch is so Midas I scrap like a Spartan, that's word to Leonidas And f** all these vipers, these rats and these vultures And f** bourgeois b**hes, they so damn uncultured I rap for the real men and hardworking ladies Who start from the bottom to get that Mercedes I rap for the kids who ain't have no voice I rap for the young thugs who ain't have no choice I rap for the black kids often called white I rap for the rich kids who sniff soft white I rap for the pimps and hoes and strippers on poles I rap for the ex-con who's still on parole I rap for the parents who work for the future I rap for the students who struggle even with tutors I rap for the rich and I rap for the poor I rap for the mountains, I rap for the shores When it's all said and done, I rap for everyone My thoughts are like guns, I'm unloading every one Matrix