Flip through the radio
Everything's the same
And I can't comprehend
Or begin to explain
How these sounds all homogenize
With different names
But the Think Tank be drivin'
In a different lane

Y'see, Zilla and Check
We all up in this piece
All glittered and greased
Like a nerdcore beast
Movin' rhymes around to that synthesized sound
Feel that Last Boss Bass thumpathumpa the ground

Once you hear our flow you won't go too far
Cuz our crossfire comma you'll get caught up the
ID BEHOLD we,
What do you see?
That the way you feel
Is gonna' gimme' the energy
Let me out
Unleashed
Squeezing syllables and rhymes
By the skin of our teeth
It's like you didn't even ask
And we doubled the beef
Swords outta the sheath
Like Check is hittin' on a lady
givin him grief

But then, I suppose that's how it goes
Zero for the ThinkTank - two for the hoes
It's alright, give it time
When the Cher-toned style
Hits a steady decline
We bounce back
Givin' it up?
Never, we cry
We gonna' up the frag count
Til' we rez or we die
We drop the VG refs
Punch codes, retrace our steps
200 point six percent
Special ending to those
Who settle only for the best

Check? - "Zilla?" - What? - "No you asked me first!"
Every time I look around it gets a little bit worse
It's like I'm lookin' at the winners
But except in reverse
These suckas always start to fumble when they
Droppin' the verse
Is it me, or has music got a little bit looser?
GarageBand don't make you a producer
You better step aside, 'cause my limit's the skyway
Bon Jovi said that Frankie said I'm doin' it my way

The way you feel gives me energy...

It's a industry fatality
Seems everybody got musicality
But they all the same in reality
Let's usher in their mortality
Like T Pain just had a bunch of babies
Now it's like my speakers got a case of scabies
Is the radio good?
It's a bunch a maybes
Like a side a mashed potatoes you forgot the gravies

Else not forgotten
Worse then ignored
You don't need to try
When you a star before you start the tour
'fore you even got an album
'fore you start trackin'
So we're left with a mass amalgum
Thugs and bros
Crowdin up the shows
With more tools in the pit than they got at Lowes
They crank the radio
Cuz they didn't know
That Tank and Co. are even better even though

These times that we live in
Gets hard for me to select where to begin
Feels like the harder we try
The more we sinkin
Fully aware
We at the shovel convention, and we dig dig diggin

Still we peruse, persist
Struggle sub, resist
If you just copy hits
You can never miss
Top Ten, pursue
Make 'em think it's somethin' new
Make a note
Take a vote
All she wrote
Sayin'

Check? - "Zilla?" - What? - "No you asked me first!"
Every time I look around it gets a little bit worse
It's like I'm lookin' at the winners
But except in reverse
These suckas always start to fumble when they
Droppin' the verse
Is it me, or has music got a little bit looser?
GarageBand don't make you a producer
You better step aside, 'cause my limit's the skyway
Bon Jovi said that Frankie said I'm doin' it my way

The way you feel gives me energy...

Crush the bits
Waveshuffle and shift
Do the timecrunch
Give the lyrics a twist
Cuz the last thing that we ever want to be
Is like everybody else on the hip-hop scene

Check? - "Zilla?" - What? - "No you asked me first!"
Every time I look around it gets a little bit worse
It's like I'm lookin' at the winners
But except in reverse
These suckas always start to fumble when they
Droppin' the verse
Is it me, or has music got a little bit looser?
GarageBand don't make you a producer
You better step aside, 'cause my limit's the skyway
Bon Jovi said that Frankie said I'm doin' it my way

The way you feel gives me energy...