Aw shucks, I'm telling you still, I'm running 'em up, no run of the mill

I'm writing in blood and I'm letting it spill

Razor sharp cuts on the edge of my quill,

My eloquent speech means you're reaching defeat, if you come to compete then you need major skill

Blasting bombarding bars when I go overkill, fatter than asses seen in Brazil

My sound is prevalent, my scripted speech became the old testament, keep my cash stacked like embezzlements

Style is dirtier than the false sentiments,

Vibrations rushing your residence, nothing comes close to touching this excellence, never benevolent

Stand and salute to The Caravan regiment

You see for the Steezy it's easy, better believe it's just how my team be

On another level completely, tagging around your way in graffiti

Our presence is known, we're never a failure,

I'm banging my head to the sound of the metronome, until a verse comes out and covers the paper

This nature behaviour is tailor-made, making your skin go a paler shade

The beats that we've made, we're keeping in play, even if babylon raid

A smack in the face will do you lovely, we'll leave you to be a discovery sick of the fuckery

Standin' on top, not even God is above me

It's MR CIA and The Caravan Collective...

They're coming to get me, They're coming to get me man...

They're coming to kill me!

I'm the donny like Darko, everybody gets sparko

Trying to step to me's brave, but it's not very smart though

All you no focus rappers chatting out your arsehole

You think you're at the top, it's only cause you set the bar low

You're slow like escargot, we roll like commando

Leaving rap sets looking like the end to Fargo

Who are those, aficionados, bringing the hard flows

That got it locked down in a basement like Zimbardo

And if you guessed Double C, you're correct

Whole crews get finessed in this life and the next

Comin' live and direct, and if your name's the beat you get sliced in the neck

Throw bozos in chokeholds that fight for their breath

No survivors are left, it's not wise to flex when my vibe's in effect

Cause there's no catching up to the size in my steps

When I'm manifesting anything that I can concept

Yo It's B O Y C E man

It's the CC baby

They're gonna kill us baby!

Yo, yo, yo, who read the cypher pied piper, cus everyone follows me when I rhyme on the mic nicer

My style's tighter, won't find a guy who can write liver

I'm quite bright but ain't no Einstein because I'm wiser

The right type of rapper to light it up like a lighter

The vibe igniter, you'll need a hydrant and firefighters

Ima drop shit like my diet was is high in fibre

If I don't like you, rings round your iris like eyeliner

In hindsight, you should've at least tried to recite your bitten lines

Before I turned down your bars like a bike rider

Fuck a line biter, snakes try to strike like a viper

I'll be hiding my rhyme book out of sight of of incisors

Nineties survivor, Hip Hop reviver, vinyl messiah

You can find me in the street, I'm rockin' flyer attire

Defining devine in my mind and climbing higher and higher

Until my entire empire's twice the size of the Gaia