[Verse 1: Big Boi]
The rhymes I design, are truly unrefined
Like diamonds with a speck of blood, dug up out the mine
Flows flood between the ears, right behind my eyes
Giving birth to the lines, soul search for the prize
I takes my time when deciding what to write
Like the SAT, while these other niggas bite
Underrated and mostly hated but got a lot fight
Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
Night, night I recite when I step up to this mic
Reputation trunk tight, like the husband on a wife
Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on the smash
When your ass cross paths, with this half of the 'Kast
[Hook: B.o.B and (Big Boi)]
It's bed-time, tuck yourself at night
Can tell you're terrified
Check my record you will see that I'm verified
Nobody want none, I terrorize
Don't nobody want none, now you're terrified
Nobody want none, nathan, this none, it's bedtime
[Interlude : Big Boi]
Yeah, this where the second verse supposed to go
I don't even think I need to hit y'all with another verse
But I, I think I just might
Because I, like to destroy shit
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
There's no retreat, and no surrender
Been ready for battle, General Patton's no beginner
I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
Leave the rest to you, destitute now put that money up
Oh, you're conscience, is nonsense
How you expect to get a little restitution, with all this ghetto flyness
Snow, that's for toboggans, no, won't be no pardons
Or bargains, three striked, then yanked up like a rod
Uh, with no apartments, and no home to run to
You're snitching on yourself, and now your front door they come through
Without a tap on your phone
The only thing they had to do, was listen to the raps in your songs
[Bridge: Joi and Big Boi]
Clap x6
Lights out, the time for nighty nights long overdue
This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
All whack MCs, and posers this is going out to you, to you
The boys will drop their jaws in awe, because here comes something new, here, here comes something new
Something new, something new, something new
[Clap x9]
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Straight out the plastic, like a pack of puddings, no show
My nigga you can not see me, and that's fo' show, fo' do'
Any kind of Cadillac I go slow
When I'm smokin' on some of that choco, no low, no mid
Top of the line pine, because I blow big
Been around here for a while, your mama like my style, and so do your kids
I know you love it, because a hater loves to hate
Boy, you need me like a junkie need a razor blade and plate
I'm dope nigga
[Refrain]
[Bridge]
