[DJ KLC]
  Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it.
  So who goin first?
  [Mia X]
  It don't matter to me, Boo.
  [DJ KLC]
  Well, we gone flip for it. Call it in the air.
  [Mia X]
  Heads.
  [Mac]
  Tails
  [Mia X]
  Mac, you up first.
  [Mac]
  Say, KL. Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more time
  for the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me? Check it
  
  Verse One: Mac
  
  Street camo
  Cover my flesh
  I'm one of the best in the contests
  They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest
  If all you wanted was rest
  Then I'm your Nyquil guy
  Your night time sniffin and stuffiness
  I kill with one shot
  The murder murder verses
  Quench lunatic's thirsts
  I get pussy from nurses
  Comin from churches
  The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N
  I'm deadlier with my pen
  Then niggas with the mac 10
  But that was back then
  In 98 I'm strapped
  Cuz I'm on the map
  Ain't afraid to bust a cap
  And I get paid for bustin raps
  I like them ghetto girls
  Y'all can have them super models
  Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles
  I get the game from my nigga V9
  I get the beats off the 3-9
  Them niggas can't see mine
  I'm lyrically a therapist
  A fuckin terrorist
  Boom Boom!
  I never miss
  I'm on the next level
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X [Mia X and Mac]
  
  Well I'ma flip it like this
  And I'ma rip it like that
  And I'ma rip it like that
  And I'ma flip it like this
  
  Verse Two: Mia X
  
  When the smoke clears
  I'ma still be here nigga
  Mic in my hand
  Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
  I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
  You cross my path
  You gets flipped in my wrath
  The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck
  Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
  I rips it up from the gut
  Like Jack the Shanka Man
  Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
  The better man's gone be Mama
  And you know this nigga
  On the top or the bottom
  I'ma show this nigga
  He's goin to sleep
  I'm too deep
  The lady alligator
  Stick your seven inches in the swamp
  And I'ma fade ya
  I made you motherfuckers recognize the south
  For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
  About drama
  Bout paper
  Bout settin it off
  Fuck the verbal fantasies
  My shit is real y'all.
  
  Chorus: X4
  
  Verse Three: Mac and Mia X
  
  [Mac]
  Pass me the mic
  And let me dig into they chests
  Like AK bullets through they proof vests
  In a shootin fest
  I murder emcees like media
  Mac the street encyclopedia
  Who wanna test me?
  Bless me with somethin knottin
  Bitches who start pussy poppin
  Rhyme I quote em
  Nines I told em
  Like wallets
  I'm rock solid
  And I like it when they suck and swallow it
  I'm hardcore
  Fuck that slangin and shit
  Cuz when I'm on the mic
  Niggas be bangin and shit
  
  [Mia]
  I love them buck wild crowds
  Mama be center stage
  Throwin lyrics at them niggas
  Like hand grenades
  You can' take the projects out of a bitch like me
  Six figures make me throw bigger block parties
  Still warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho)
  Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes
  Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son
  Off top, then leave the studio with my gun cocked
  What?!