99 Bottles

Lyrics

[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