[Singer A] Ayo, I’m on— So get your plan right, I school ’em with a grin, Then I vanish out of sight. No joke, I’m poking through, This my cue, I take a few, Pew-pew—bars land clean, Cut the fog and split the scene. Cold flows, thrift-store fit, Rough-cut lines with a canyon rift, Scars on cliffs, I climb that ridge, Lion grip, no borrowed image. I’m a cool cat, fumes in the room, Puma-step, I consume the gloom, You can’t fathom this ease, Heart in the verse, no begging, please. Vacuum-pack rhymes, let the rumba roll, Phone home—Adam, Timon, Stilt stumbling in the room, Ayo— Pumbaa with the fumes, No worries, no hurry, Anytime soon— Vroom-vroom. Big dog Cujo, make a clean getaway, Duck through the scene, stay clean, then I’m gone by day. Tunes brew, hot news, I press my luck, Bring the tuba in, let the low end buck, Fresh moves, I do what I please, Drop like Cuba, deep-sea Scuba Steve. Big dog Cujo—who but he? Cold-blood calm, cut clean through the freeze, Apple in hand, Eve by the tree, Snakes start rattling—they can’t catch me. [Transition] [Singer B] Thunder in my chest now, feet don’t freeze, Take that bend clean, let the whole scene drag, Hands on the wheel, eyes ahead, stay keen, I don’t fold, don’t lose my steeze. Thunder pounding, thunder pounding, roll on through, Dodge trees, spin around, make a clean way through, Set you free, hold that pose, Keys in hand, low water where the cold wind blows. [Melodic Interlude] [Singer A] Scuba Steve, big dog, cut through the freeze, Move like Cujo, duck those trees, Tuba talk, make the whole room lean, Scuba Steve—you know what I mean. [Singer B] Scuba Steve, Scuba Steve, keep it low, stay mean, Dodge trees, spit freeze—you know what I mean. [Instrumental] [Singer B] Keep it low, keep it mean, keep the wheels in line, Under pressure, still pristine—cool head, clear mind, No fear, no slack, take the hit, bounce back, Through the trees, through the storm, stay sharp on the track. Dodge trees—spit freeze, Scuba Steve—low and clean. [Singer A — Final Verse] How I do? Lotta raps what I spew, Thought you knew you couldn’t see me— I might have to drop a nuke. That’s what completes me, Smoke clears—still me, Whole room looking for the culprit, I’m already three streets deep. Mufasa— Catch a lesson when I’m flexing, Reach me in the water’s reflection, Every ripple got another direction. When I sin, I oughta introduce you to the Skin, bruh, Jeez—we Simba, King blood running through the syntax. Bars sneaky—what bring ya? Rafiki with the wisdom, Stick tap—one line, Now the whole damn picture different. Hakuna when I move, But the pen got a problem, Pumbaa with the fumes, Whole room gotta dodge ’em. Lion in the cadence, Hyenas keep laughing, Till the Skin step out the shadows— Then the whole pride start backing. Scuba Steve underwater, Still breathing where they sink, Cujo off the leash, Give ’em less time than they think. Tuba hit—BOOM— Let the low end bend the room, I disappear inside the fumes— Vroom-vroom.
