The Execution Kid Vishis (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" & Kid Vishis]
Yo, Nemisis
What's up baby? Bar for bar
The prince, yeah
You know we goin' in right?
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Kid Vishis]
The prince really, sold it out this fourth letter on my head
Or tattered on my hand, the D is in me
You can pretend B but contend with any
For good times I burn my minds like the momma opinion, ah
And I put on for my city Detroit
Me, Royce on tequila you can keep your whiskey
Our pockets never empty cause we rock shows consistently
I'm the shit fool now you will get a whiff from me
I am a rhyming fine tune machine therefore
I'm steps ahead of your thoughts as a human being
I remember when niggas used to hate on the king
Now they admit its his time and he doing his thing
Yeah, lost Proof, lost Blade, so every D mc that's beefin is all slaves
We all remember days in life when the pain came the type of way
That made you pray at night, ah (Detroit)

[Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, and we gotta shout out all the motherfuckers
Who instrumental in Detroit hip hop
D-Twizzy, my nigga Obie, my nigga Elzhi
Motherfuckin' Black Milk, Guilty Simpson, Marv Won, let's do this