DeJean

[Verse 1: Goku (Mir Blackwell)]
It's the final boss, the type of shit you see when it's the final round
Check the form, the aura way too strong, I had to dial it down
Been sharp, can cut 'em down in style with just a stylus now
Rock karats when I'm out, could tell Vegeta, I'm a stylish clown

[Verse 2: Vegeta (Karoshiwastaken)]
Never really been the type to brag about myself
I prefer to work in silence when I put him on the shelf
One body cause a riot, you should focus on your health
'Cause if I get up from hell, then I'll take it from his belt
I'm over everybody casting shadows on my name
I up the pole and turn him polar flip inverted in your grave
Stole his soul and sold it, now there's nothing left to save
He took a flow and copied books, but he only claim a page

[Verse 3: Goku (Mir Blackwell)]
I don't talk to bitches, I just wink-wink and nod, then they wave hello
Rule the underground, but where we coming from was way below
First year of Distro, we was uploading the day before
I still be on that wave, you know
And I know that life come at you fast, I just play it slow and watch the scene
Rock with me, seen white boys in the field, but it was not DeJean
Shorty said the head was way too big, I sent her right to Sheen
Hit shorty once and had her thinking what our life could be

[Verse 4: Vegeta (Karoshiwastaken)]
A lot of people think that I ain't notice all the ghosting
Disappearing, hit the follow, hoping they been steady coasting
But it's clear that I'm the one to rock the boat and burst it open
Watching hearings lips pursing, but a word was rarely spoken
Personal affronts turn the little man to Runtz
He's on the run, fuck the scribbling, he's done
Overcooked and overrun, I told Mir let's have some fun
Seems they lost their fear of one's, where has everyone gone? (Well)
I'm hopeful that my kids do not inherit all my arrogance
But understand the gifts that they be carrying, I'll bury him
And every other rapper after caring for who scared of him
I'll even call the scary man, Charon, time to Ferry him

[Verse 5: Goku (Mir Blackwell)]
I eat rappers, treat tracks like beef platters
I reap backwards, swing back, then breathe after
I clean after, mop/sweep, your team tatters
The team-tagger, oops, said the thing backwards
The tag-teamers, blacking out in a black beamer
When we made the Loop, asked the Lord for his last leaders
Drinking from the flask, but the glass was like half-ether
That's why I do 'em bad on these tracks if they act eager

[Outro: Mir Blackwell]
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, that's all we giving these niggas this time, tell them niggas they gon' have to pay for the next one like, haha, no more freebies, my nigga, good shit, homie