[intro: Blu & Chris Clarke]
Dun-duh-duh-duh dun-dun!
Ahem, hi
My name is John and I just turned forty
Happy birthday, dear John (Woo!)
Happy birthday to you (Woo!)
Wow, look at my brother, yo
Everybody raise a glass for my brother
Yo Blu, man, look at you, man
We been watchin’ you for a long time, man
You done came a long way, baby, you worldwide
And you still keeping it one-hundred with e’rybody
Which is what’s most important
Still gettin fresh, still rhymin’ crazy
Yeah, uhh (Come on man)

[Verse 1: Blu]
You remember me, the O.G. B-L, no E
Mister retail salesman, sellin’ shoes after school
Have the stool with the backpack, rockin' to the beat
Could it be twenty-five years? Cheers to the feat
After shows, folks cheer on they feet
Think we over four hundred features and over twenty albums deep
Five hundred thousand monthly means, eight more billion I gotta reach
Countin sheep, sleep, counting me out
I’ve counted countless defeats that I eventually beat
Vent in the beat so unique, you think I invented speech
From Venice Beach, spitting heater after heater like nine millimeters
In your speakers through the summer, fall, winter, and spring
Enter the ring and already declared the winner when it reigns
Winners enter the next season with rings
It’s a difference between sixteen
Multiplied ten times and divided by one more than three
[Interlude: Blu & Mickey Factz]
Uh, yeah (It's Mickey)
I’m forty, my G (Chyeah, uh, look)

[Verse 2: Mickey Factz]
80s baby, born in the era where the terror
Made errors of the beggars and the peasants
Heaven wasn’t present, heard Kane after seven
Kick a message on a song called "Ain’t No Half Steppin"
Brethren, I crept in kinda like a leopard on venison
Unaware he bout to be breakfast
Maturity absorbed in the purity of thoughts that I festered
Now I’m past forty, Glenn Rice with the effort
Forty-one, epic with a bunch of lyrics
XXL cover, please check my aesthetics
Now I’m back to give a lesson, ghostwriter penning records
Full of ethics, I’m poetic, purely academic
More calisthenics for genetics, writing every relic for the skeptics
Even if they might be feeling septic
Blu, I’m the glue for the adolescents leading to the legends
I pray forty more’ll get added to my essence, Factz

[Outro: Chris Clarke]
Happy birthday n***a
Yeah, you know what I mean? Yo, the four is much more
Everybody once again raise yo glass to my n***a Blu!
Aiyyo ladies, make some noise for this n***a, hah!
Yo, yo, yo, all my super MCs, salute!
Yo, yo, come on, bro, we gon stroll through your catalog
Classics upon classics, man
That’s what the fuck we talkin bout, that big Blu
Shout out to everybody fuckin with it
You know what I’m sayin? Yeah, bruh
Alright now, yo, yo, yo, alright, DJ, you ready?
Yo, let’s get this party started