Miss me with that bullshit,
you came to Miguel’s as a tourist,
you say that you only need endurance,
but I know that your technique is the poorest,
I set another route, then I freaked it,
foreran it from the ground, and I tweaked it,
now I’m clocking out and then I’m peacing,
I’m headed to the project for the weekend,

Yeah…daydream when I’m training,
V8 when that thing beam, I’m B.A on that A Team,
A-Frame an 18-volt DeWalt when I change scene,
I make cream, niggas thinking that they kings, they spray queens - yeah…
I don’t really got shit to say,
when I’m on a ten, all I do is win, hit them with that Tallahassee Pain,
if you wanna send, all you gotta do is watch me; got drip - my faucet leak
that Voss, G, that’s costly, y’all niggas my offspring, it’s my offseason…

Miss me with that bullshit,
you ain’t never been up in the forest,
you say that you only needing more grip,
but I know that your footwork is the poorest,
I seen your boulder project and I freaked it,
your finger hit that pocket and you tweaked it,
you thought that you could hold it, but you greased it,
now you gon’ recover for the weekend…

Yeah…and it’s like that little bitch,
when you bite down on that crimp, know that it bite back, little bitch,
while you trying hard, I’m reclining, sipping my nightcap, little bitch,
little bit of white wine when I sip, get a bit of fine dine when I trip, I know it’s,
hard…but understand, my nigga, this is my,
job…always climbing, always training - no days
off…so I’m sorry if I told you your proj is
soft…that’s just my opinion, my dog, now go get,
lost…

Miss me with that bullshit,
pull up to the crag in a Taurus,
looking for the boulder that’s the purest,
I’m talking slopers that would injure your wrist,
I saw my boulder project, and I’m tweaking,
it gotta killer topout and I’m geeking,
my partner told me that he couldn’t reach it,
but I know that’s a copout and he’s freaking…

Miss me with that bullshit,
you came to Miguel’s as a tourist,
you say that you only needing more grip,
but I know that your footwork is the poorest,
I set another route, then I freaked it,
foreran from the ground, and I tweaked it,
I seen your boulder project, while you niggas front…
(this ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want - what you want…)

Got all the white people scared…cause the niggas coming back, yeah it’s that
big bro on that pitch, with a number six on my rack, weight training, I
might go trailing, running with a liter in the pack, they be talking bout a
year of straight training…but I really did that - ain’t playing, so
listen here - next fuck boy try to tell me what’s up, boy, I’ma
point him out to my track record: my rapping on the track, everybody know my
name way down south, east west coast, Canada and France, even got some
fans out in Australia, in the old outback, top that - my
top send is your top dream, champion that don’t got rings, I’m a
an athlete with no team, excuse me as I proceed,
better get down on both knees, like Dre said back in ’99,
it’s a fine line…I been working on the prime time with that 5.9, heading
up in Minnesota, with the crew I’ll hold a couple interviews, steady whipping dope up
like it’s yola in the kitchen, hold up why you bitching, gold up in my dentures, ho I’m on a
mission, yoga on the mat, I been working, putting Portland on the map; when it come to
rap, I don’t take advice, never say it twice - never double back…living on the
edge climbing on the sledge, 98 degrees, angle kicked back, bring them to their
knees, relative in ease, training in the trap, climbing in the crack, like I’m working
trad, it’s a sin…to bring bolts on the rack, and let me
say this again…niggas coming back!