LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. . .
FROM DETROIT MICHIGAN. . .
KOPELLI. . .MIC WRITE. . .YOUNG PHENOM. . .AND BLAK SMITH
LET'S GET READY FOR COLD MEN YOUNG!

[Mic Write] Yo, allow me to introduce the illest collaboration of souls/soles
Since the invention of Tennis Shoes
This is before the interviews, the gossip within the news
It's that interlude
Till that moment, we blowin' the f%@$ up!
Mind on money, money is on my mind
Like Gin & Juice
Listen up: Look at what my pen produced (What's that?)
A fly text
Reminiscent of Pyrex
Mixin' kitchen
Same shit Nino Brown pitched when he made fiends
My primary color chart is liar
Because I mixed black ink & white paper and made green
I'm a rebel, I use to color all out of the lines
Now I script within them to write this venom
I gotta pen em'
It's a passion
Woven into my genes/jeans like denim
I'm buildt to last- my style's unfadable (Ugh)
Child of the D
Where they make us tough like Buddy Lee
So the quality is undebatable

[Kopelli] We ready for the spotlight, top flight
Show em' how to rock right
Ima' spitta'
Teach an emcee how to rock mics
Us you are not like
We are the future
Surgeon with words
Pass scalpel and suture
Kinda obvious that being dope is what I'm used ta'
And I see clearly that whack labels suit ya
Gon' and embrace it, face it
We the real shit that the fake been replaced with
You ain't on our level, you ain't standing adjacent
Still in mom's basement
I'm in outerspace with-
Satellite eyes on success, gettin' ready to taste it
Don't give us nothing, we in a position to take it
This is great laced with-
Evidence of greatness
CMY rise like I'm weightless
Anti-Gravity
Fly quite naturally
To real to speak fallacies
Haters can eat phallus, Let's go!

[Chorus] Cut the check
Keep the receipt
The fire too strong for niggas to bring heat
And I'm about a dollar so
You can keep the change [3x]

[Chorus 2x]

[Blak Smith] I don't need a fortune teller to tell me my life is on the fringe
Tell that teller to tell a tale of great fortune in the midst
Of living check to check
Bill collectors at my neck
Gotta' make this bread
Mic check, check the fridge
Corn Meal, Orange peels
Better off born still
Numbing the pain by crumblin' Jane
Inject the syringe
Made in America, mixed in an Urban Center
Where a woman's innocence was stripped at the age of ten
Coltrane relapsed again
So naturally I surrender to the same corrupt conglomerate
Obama just got in (Salute!)
Chronic stress, adrenaline
Mixed inside my melanin
I spazz out, I lash out
I do nothing, I keep it in
Levi Stubbs, James Brown, Michael Jackson had to end
For the second revolutionary story to begin
See I'm on the right path granted I'm in a rental ride
But f#@! all them haters
Ima' build my own Enterprise

[Phenom] Welcome to the dungeon
What up to the gangstas
Rest in peace to Grandma
Hello to the haters
Goodbye to them lonely nights
Shouts out to the Champagne
Red Stripe Budget - Cold Men Young
That's the campaign
I feel it coming, it's pumpin' in every damn vein
Keenen Ivory Waynes
This is a damn shame
This is crack music
Get your kitchen-ware
The beat is out of sight
Lucky I'm a visionare
I got issues, I cop pencils to drop mental-
Bombs I'm not with you, y'all softer than Scott tissue
From the city that pop pistols
And shots hit you and drop missiles
Y'all lyin'/lion like Scott Mitchell
Pheezy Easy does it f#@! it
I just took it up a notch
Girls leave they X-Men cause I am the Juggernaut
This right here is something hot
No homo I hug the block
My heart is BIG
My soul is PUN
My city's PROOF
My blood is PAC

[Chorus]