[Intro: Tech N9ne]
This beat's so dope, it make me wannna moap
And I don't even moap nothing
I don't moap weed, I don't even moap ciggerettes
This beat make me wanna moap a newport, man
Wishmaster
I told you
The city is in need of something a little bit more gritty
So Imma call on my homie from Strange Music
I mean what's his name again?

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Who is he? It's your boy, the local ghetto Superman
Who is he? The one who trap, keep the money in them rubber bands
Who is he? If he can't get it cracking then no one can
Who is he? [?]

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Look up in the sky, the guy's fly as a pelican
Covered head to toe in this sucker ducker repellant
Hailing from the city of fountains is what he represent
A hood fab kickass thug, negro American
Flamed up and Geed out, looking just like a peppermint
[?] in the streets got opponents deep in the deficit
Niggas call him munk, cause he's far from what adolescent is
When he getting crunk, he the only thing he be stepping with
Passing with the gang, like a [?]
Distributed work like a doctor petalling meddison
Ran the local streets, blew up like anti terrorists
In and out the game when he [?]
Rubber band man, they fucking with what he stretching with
25 percent more pure than what you're messing with
[?] so heavy, what gorillas get
Brain [?] that's dumb, I think you better quit
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