(Verse 1: LWYC)
I’m up to pitch, the other rappers flinch, when I tell ‘em that the flow blows,
And I flip the tricks, and they suck the dicks, then I tell ‘em that they gotta go,
And I tell your bitch, I gotta scratch to itch, and now she in my humble abode,
It’s always better a la mode, don’t you know, we be livin’ on a rocky road.

(Hook: LWYC)
Wait a minute,
Just a minute,
Now i’m in it,
Gonna win it,
Don’t be stupid,
I can do it,
Other rappers can’t be fluid,

(Verse 2: MK Menace)
Wait a minute; I'm in it and brought the back up,
I'm, back winnin', won't give in to match the back ups.
I'm, still with it, to finish and get my pin, it's,
Like a sin, I'm in the fittin', dimish the other whack cuts.

I'm, not givin',
Definitive is the pack sound.
Breakin' apart the medics,
And ethics, I tend to act out.

Blacked out.
Ready to fuck this game out from the back now.
I never intended my vision to be like the villians,
I'm with Barrack now.

You better wait a minute,
I'm about to split this game in two.
You better wait a minute,
I'm turnin' this beat to black and blue.

You better wait a minute.
I just never understood your rules.
If you want to make this music,
Be the truth. We ain't fools.

You better wait a minute.
This is not the answer that you seek.
This is more about the future,
This won't happen in a week.

You better wait a minute.
Cuz I'm 'bout to lose it on this tool.
This a new year and I promise,
You won't want it with the crew.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: LWYC)
You already waited 2 minutes, 43,
Seconds, my records are resonating with the teens,
And The sound is so wild that you can’t keep up,
(should I turn it up?) Yeeeeah, all the way up, (‘cause i’m)
Keepin’ it relevant and that shit is just my tendency,
Competitive, metaphor, and i’m hot gotta book of recipes, (yo!)
(yo), I can murder with my flow,
like winter to the crows.
And I’m the winner of the contest, I’m the best I guess and I’mma rep the scene until my death,
And that’s more than you could say when they look at my grave it’ll be an expiration date,
‘Cause the scene dies with me, all you other phonies shouldn’t shit where you eat,
Now it’s time to reheat, and stop with the pettiness that made the scene obsolete,