[Verse 1: Wiley]
Yo
Why'd you think that you're hyper?
My flow's hench like Hyper
Eskiboy, R6 bike rider
I'm on the roads, I'm the east-side rider
In the dance, your girl, I'm behind her
And I'll give you a grand if you find her
It's all good brother, she ain't a minor
I won't get hurt, I'm a ten-timer
I'm the prince of one-liners
And I push my body in vaginas
E3 kids, we're the finders
Original tree climbers
Young fighters, autograph signers
You can say I'm one of the hardest grinders
I run rings around old timers
I ain't sleeping, can't you see I'm peaking?
Wiley's one of the greatest rhymers

[Verse 2: Rage]
See I'm not on a joke ting
Nowadays it's a cut your throat ting
Think I'm joking? Run your boat here
Everybody in the ocean floating
Rage on a long ting? Keep on dreaming
Other MC's try provide the style like I
But they know they're losing
Chat shit, then you're gonna hold a bruising
Body keep moving
Stop that screaming
Thugged-out, no place for a weakling
My crew just keep on beefing
Dun know, big mans we're eating
Send your wife to my house in a G-string
Pree this that we weren't just sleeping
As you grind all night, she was riding
Did you know that your girl was shining bright like a diamond?
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