Yeah, Cro, do it yeah let's go!
Yeah, well, ok, he is here, you are here
I am here with my forth or so beer
Don't know if you're interested, but there's still flex
'cause most times I keep drinking until it get's embarrassing
ey, there's still flex
so give me Heineken
or your Merc
or your fans, no I was thinking your Merc
because fans I don't need, prefer to make a million bucks
because I sell stones: black ones, green ones, blue ones, white ones, red ones, yellow ones, grey ones, circles, hard ones, soft ones, big ones, small ones and such sh*t, I even have violet-blue and red striped ones.
And the hard rhymes
I'm an ace on the mike.
And even your mates tell you: leave it
but back to topic: I'm kicking the drags per dropkick
so tell me if your sister feels like it
or better doesn't..hey I don't have the slightest clue
but I'm off for today, and that's it, bye!
Ok, ok, the boss baby!
Yeah, oh"
Ok, who's the boss at the mike?
please keep fluffy and light, it goes: one, two, three, four, double rhyme
So better listen to me, you'll never be as good
and my tracks even the teenies love
it's crystal clear, I'm not yet even here
but the tracks are fresh, and I'll be a star soon
so open a bottle - he totally loses it -
man, get it going, I'm out
yes that's the way I do it, it's hard stuff
and if you protest, it's boom uppercut
'cause though I'm not built like a tank, but totally drunk!
my mates, yes it's cracking!
we're nursing our Beck's, and me now freestyle
and this sh*t will be better than your best lyrics
yes it's the boss at the mike, it's my last rhyme,
and so I'll leave it now, yeah.