Verse 1 (David Banner)
Coz you said have fun with it right? (laughter) Banner
The Bar Louie it’s all sushi it’s raw dog
She catatonic but still gooey
It’s Salat with the S Curl under the handmade kufi
I ain’t ahki but I’m cocky (shit) I’m a God where the booth be
You got jewels around your neck but still goofy
I’m Marcus Garvey playing Atari
Pushing Juneteenth shirts at a all-white Arby’s
I’m Ben Grimm I spit phlegm I’m rock hard
I’m O’Shea you ofay you are not him
Black skin white mask you’re templar
Exemplar of white men you just par
Or one over your bogie Banner now focus
In Chi-Town terms you boggish
I’m Dalai Lama with a switchblade
Let the switch stay in thе trunk I put these hands on your temp fadе
I know Gre want peace I want pieces
Of these emcees chop them up feed them to the geese’s
Out at Grant Park I spit darts I spit bars
Im in your chest piece you can’t breathe I spit SARS
Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (syndrome…syndrome…syndrome)
Bar Louie (bar louie..bar louie…bar louie)

Verse 2 (Olskool Ice-Gre)
Dope thoughts like cocaine
The right side on Brenda now I’m using my whole brain
Church steeple flow with the glass stain
Windy City track rider call me a cold train
With lyrics that’s filled with magnesium
Mindstate make em ante up every time they hearing em
Breaking pen tips with a heavy hand
Deep thinker below the surface I’m an Auqaman
With an awkward style no oxygen
Leaving em lightheaded don’t close me in a box again
Here to free yall no heehaw
Abstract alternatives colder than the heat off
In the dead of winter before a ski off
I’m like fore plus one more when I tee off
Fearless lyrics fist of fury
In this rap sport king of the court ask the jury
Mindstate a hermaphrodite
We shock g underground digi and do what you like
The purveyor of pure skill
Not mad cause I’m in my bag call me a happy meal
Let us carry while yall conceal
MFs we bring the doom to your vaudeville
Wack rapper you gotta chill
It’s overkill we overfill til it overspill
Bar Louie
Hook
Look what you did to me
Pack it up Tumi
Got beef stew me
In this land of milk and sue me
Nothing but opportunity Bar Louie

Verse 3 (E.P Da Hellcat)
This is not a drill active shooter on the premises
I’m everybody’s nemesis this is what the premise is
Imageless mimicking yall wear the same uniform
I am an anomaly you’re witnessing a unicorn
Not the test you took before nothing like you took me for
Culture killing robots I am not the droid you’re looking for
In fact I am the opposite conversation riveting
A decorated novelist you are only scribbling
I’ll step into your settlement rock you to the sediment
Or igneous idiot geology professing it
Yes I am a pestilence something to be reckoned with
Dookied on your catalog you don’t know who you’re messin with
Antagonist aggressor you are in the midst of this
Splendor of the sun don’t be mischievous Icarus
Stick to the gibberish immature lyricist
You are all humorous proof that I am ticklish
Bird brain feather weights I’m drowsy from your pillow talk
Slept on undefeated I just let the zero talk
Who you taking lessons from cause you’re an awful student
Guessing language barriers cause you are not that fluent
You don’t speak the languages that true emcee vernacular
Never been a biter but the throat game is like Dracula
Spectacular a cut above hall of fame inductee
I’m too cold bipolar hate me or you love me so love me
Hook
Look what you did to me
Pack it up Tumi
Got beef stew me
In this land of milk and sue me
Nothing but opportunity Bar Louie