99 Bottles

[Verse 1: Sesta]
Yeah, I can't understand him
Never underestimate my overreaction
Take flight to life, but no way I can land it
I don't want a cup, I want the Atlantic
Yeah, overdo it, granted
Foot chasing my neighbour with a band saw for taking my bandwidth
It's about to get a little [?]
I can't stand rappin' here, most of it's a little pussy
Pitiful, in the bull, self-critical
Drinking, starting a war unwinnable
I never drop a filler in my life, that's typical
It's more than immortal: un-fuck-wit-able
The troupe is here, time is up
So let the music decide who sucks, so we can tie 'em up
You buyin' or what? Let's line 'em up and let's go

[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"Yo" "Pay attention"
"This—This—This is how we roll"
"Please re—Please re—Please remember this"
"Ga—Game's over now"

[Verse 2: Suffa]
Ready?
I'll serve your ass like Ivan Lendl
And guide the pencil, like [?], it's
Live from the [?] attempt to
Climb inside my fine mind to get through
Delights in disguise, man, I'll offend you
When I commence to ride instrumentals
Light up a fire inside the temple
Wanna be identified by the dental
Records? Step forth, bite and wrestle
The fight to end all fights, the mental
Treatin' Ms Honey like nice and gentle (What up [?])
But treat this body like mine's a rental (What up [?])
Tar and feather the hardened predator
The heart of the art and there are no better to
Carve a letter to the [?], my competitors (Cheah, cheah)
Are scarred from the bars, that is why I'm (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
F—forever, I'm the one

[Commentary: Maundz]
Yeah, yeah, guten Tag. This is Maundz, but you can call me fuckin' Maundz for short. This the Golden Era Mixtape 2011. The boy's are fuckin' back in town, shuttin' shitheads down. How it is