Lyrics:

(No known beat that can keep me lonely)

(Combat to get'cha to bomb-back)

I know how to rip a mic different, I grip it like - so
Tight like kryptonite with a bike - pole
Sparks from my lips ignite liquid ni - tro
No tellin' if it might blow

The environments' gotta be hotter than solder beside the iron
Zinc vitamins, hide 'em inside when I'm writin' the rhymes
It's hard to keep property guarded because these pirates

And I motivate - no debate
We're takin' it over, make - no mistake
You're fake and there's no escape 'cause you got - caught
Frozen, waitin' for the cross - walk

I can take it to another level
Where the bass is above the treble
And your face is in double
Evasiveness doesn't settle it
A place and a space
Where there's nothing to meddle with

(Combat to get'cha to bomb-back)
(Combat to get'cha to bomb-back)
(Combat to get'cha to bomb-back)
(Combat to get'cha to bomb-back)

Lyrical combat, chicka-ticka bomb-bat
Blond, black, let's get beyond that
Sing songs that attack with strong raps
3, 2, 1, contact

Sans paddle we swim the long laps
Swans flap to get the pond packed
Want sass? Kiss my mom's ass
Wrong tact, convict you en masse

Take it back like Linda Ronstadt
Or Luke Sky with a twisted long hat
Ton, ton, fat, subsisting on that
Tom-tom, hi-hat

Insist upon that, listen to Jon rap
This is combat to get you to bomb back
Two-fisted contact to get the pond packed
'Cause I'm on some shit that exists beyond that

3, 2, 1