IL-P Verse 1
Y'all sleepin', slippin' down a slippery slope.
We back, bringin' back a feelin' of hope.
True story, 45 is a joke.
It's getting hot, go and take off your coat.
You want freedom, go and put out that smoke.
Two houses, and a car, a bike, and a boat
and still got the nerve to act like you're broke.
and never lived life outside of the moat.
Livin' that castle life, now that's the life,
never a hassle life, livin' the master life.
Like that's alright, you know you aint actin' right.
Give me one more reason to smash the mic.
You call it art business, I put my heart in this.
Just a youth on the block when I started this.
Now I'm a grown man followin' a heart of gold.
Welcome to Bollywood, where the art is sold.

Mighty DR Verse 2
Okay, they fucked up and gave a higher dose of what was supposed to happen.
Now you got this chain reaction, everybody's fuckin' rappin.
Oh Yeah, I'm snappin' cuz this shit's fucked up.
Too many MC's in the game and a lot aint makin' the cut.
But yo, I maintain and get mine wit lyrics and such.
Production a must. In boom bap rap that we trust.
It's an adrenaline rush, when I'm locked up in the lab
with a pad and a pen, we at it again. It's times ten.
Trouble ya in, don't try to call us ya friends, ya phoney.
Cuz you'll get sliced and then sealed up just like balogne
Yo, am I the only one that sees thru this bullshit
nonsense, artificial calorie content?
Man, I'm tired, expired ideas ran by executive hats.
A yo I'm done wit that I'm takin' it back.
File me independent. Your mind explodes when my pen hits.
Super stupendous, with every sentence trancending.
Yo, I stay offended, with all these new wave rappers and what they callin' trends.
But they don't realize the message it sends.
You can't pretend for too long, cuz sooner or later, they bound to play your song
and then the next comes along
but yo it's all good, It's just another day in the hood.
They wonder why they get replaced so quick, Hmmm, it's Bollywood.