Mic Check Re-Up Gang

[Verse One: Ab-Liva]
Welcome to the Black Card Era, much clearer
Obvious like the man in the mirror
The bars been raised, the laws are laid, the guns are drawn
With ten paces on the pivot, nigga, one shall fall
And one shall crawl to the top while screaming like King Kong
Among the chosen, the few, the list is not long
I sketch my life, my music, my wrist is not far
From Rembrandt to Van Gogh to Michelangelo
I came, I saw, I conquered, the bliss is not far;
Remove the top is all, follow mist on that car
The wingspan is touched down, the doors are ajar
The King's Hand is blushed now, scoring from afar
Was torn, I weather the storm, I said, "I'm on"
Then re-evaluated, we thought, we merged reborn
My swag, my form, my crown hat is worn
The black o' dawn, the crack is warm, and the track is formed, it's Liva

[Verse Two: Pusha T]
Pharmaceuticals brought me charm like the jewellers' jewels
Squares of ice shed light like the Rubix cube
I get it mixed up, red with the blues
Now she all mixed up, admiring the hues
Four years later, niggas admiring the shoes
BAPE, you're late, we call you Tokyo buffoons
The stylist admire us, look at how ya groove
Keep running to SoHo, them exclusives in my room
Niggas is biters, we let you slide with your writings
We knew that cocaine talk was not like you
But who goes as far as trying to dress like him?
One sequined glove could never make you Michael!
I moonwalk over tracks and make niggas spiteful
But never hear a word 'cause them niggas know
That my flow so viper and if Pusha go psycho
He'll séance that pen and pull your spirit up out ya, P