Lights, Cameras

[VERSE 1: BOTTI]

Aye yo them a'int lie
Tal-bot be the illest, man I feel that fly
Made way through the game, Yo I’m still that guy
Penning words full of dope,go ahead and feel that high
Like kooley, the toolie
The pen that I grip rudely an Uzi when Len spit lines
So take notes lil amateurs we flow to damage ya
Ya weak flow is Kimbo so Gannon ya
Whole team in a spar session
Left right in the ring its pure pah-fection
Question? really thinking that the gods testing?
Rap games Malcolm Little X’n y'all presence
Message to all the spitters thinking y'all destined
To be mentioned with the greats after 4 seconds?
Don’t let the fame and the fans get you out of league
Before you find yourself Botti’d like a Maryland emcee

[HOOK: MADOA]

Is it the lights, cameras?
We’ll never know but
Regardless of fame we still gonna flow
And we
Still gone rock and still kill a show
We do it for the love and not for the dough
Ya know

[VERSE 2: MADOA]

I gave you skills for ya dollar bills
Had wide appeal like a value meal
See how you feel when the style is real?
To sum it up my styles is uncut
We run trucks and trains from six to sun up
No DVD features no smack or the come up
The kid spits raw
I'm on the quick draw
The fifth spark and break ya heart like Tim McGraw
Swift with the getaway like my first name was Taylor
Light a L up in a staircase any given day
I’m on the block to Diddy-bop
The shit he pops
Hotter than a sauna he been rocking since biggie dropped
Blowing marijuana keeping the city hot
From the plush suburbs to the burnt out shitty spots
I stay on my Grizzy
With my right hand B-O double T –I, we fly through the city
Hoping deejays give us leeway
The squad go hard on the mic more flows than freeways
All this instant replay nothing but Cliché
They same the same shit that he say
Believe they wanna be Jay, Drake and Weezay
Not whats on ya birth certificate
Consider it
If you rep ya self then you’ll always legitimate
Madoa been nice I put the L in literate
The squad man them boys ridiculous