[Intro: Mr Fantastik]
Yo, what up cousin
Yo B, I just got up in here man
Yeah for real man, security tight as hell man
Line wrapped around the building, I had to creep up in through the backdoor type
You know what I'm sayin’? Yeah, but it's all good though, I'm here now
You know what I’m sayin'?
Yeah, let's have a drink of something, order me something man
Grand Marnier and pineapple, you know what I'm sayin'

[Chorus: Mr Fantastik]
Posted up in the club, it's one on the dot
Traffic hectic, you in your favorite spot
Whether standing at the wall, or hanging at the bar
A upping VIP, mad bottles like Super Star
Posted up in the club, it's one on the dot
Traffic hectic, you in your favorite spot
Whether standing at the wall, or hanging at the bar
A upping VIP, mad bottles like Super Star

[Verse 1: Mr Fantastik]
A lot of flashing shows, lifestyle on go
Reefers learn the beat, treacherous from poe
Mr Fantastik get on the beat and smash it
Spit game at a broad, so accurate
Hundred thousand dollar whip', so I’m crashing it
Hit him with the 45’ cause he asked for it
Immaculate in the game, filling orders by the truck
Essays can't bring you across the border quick enough
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Slick and rough, sandpaper scraper
Dark tan taper, park jam Jamaica Ave
Make her laugh, or break her in half, a karath
DOOM filthy, need to go take a bath
Math, Roddy Baker
40 acres and better
Lowkey bread makers know he get feta
And it only gets more ruder
You can tell by the raw Buddha L smell, who the hell?