Westwood

Ladies and gentlemen

Please welcome the underground champion of the world

He goes by the name MGK, and his flow is timeless

Uh, I let it breathe a lil bit

Y'all have been sleeping on me so long

I let you get a couple more Zs

Fuck it! Look

It goes K -E double L-S straight from H-E double L-S

In the same league with a double VS

Tim West, can I talk my shit?

Hold up, It goes C to the izz-L, E all Dizz-ay

This is for my people that's working for low pizz-ay

Birthin' 'em in the hood where they jerking 'em

This is dirt cheap living, that's why we're selling soap

Tell them come and get it

Politicians are gimmicks, Obama didn't do shizz-it

Mitt Romney can suck a dizz-ick

You know how the fuck I spit it

You got a problem then spill it

Matter of fact you like Ben Stiller

There's Something About Mary, and when you get balls, zip it!

I speak on what I'm living

I'm my city's mortician

I kill any resident to bring my dreams to fruition

Speaking of fruit, I'm in Heaven

Mixing OG with lemon

On my reverend I was on my airport twenty saggin' my denim

Taking 747's to the UK like Lennon

Tell them to pre-order my album, that shit probably selling

And they're probably yellin', and I probably tellin' you

If you heard a hater get cracked, it was probably his melon

Uh, and if there's smoke, then I'm probably inhalin'

I'm a rock star, they're looking like that's probably Van Halen

Now who's best? Him yes, Tim West

Spin this, back 50 times like Olympian gymnast

Boy I'm a G, I make the queen my mistress

With rhymes so dope, that I failed my piss test

(Uh, hold up, I don't think they got it, lemme reiterate

Tim West, I said, I said)

Who's best? Him yes, Tim West

Spin this, back 50 times like Olympian gymnast

Boy, I'm a G, I make the queen my mistress

And my rhymes so dope, that I failed my piss test

And this just strictly from my teenage mistfits

From low class districts of which I've witnessed

Now here's my wish list: Rolex, Benzes, bottles, bitches

Haters, dismissed!

Uh, uh, now before, alright!

Before we ever do this shit

I'mma just tell that Eminem murdered this shit

Ten times better than a mother fucker like me could ever murder it

But I'mma just pick it as it's knees, mother fucker

And make it hard for him to walk

You know what I'm saying? So fuck it! Look, look!

Watch as I claim my position on this road to perdition

Envisioning my revisions during this brief intermission

Just let it breathe

Uh, my introduction to this game is essential

Never exaggerated publicly, I'm stretching the mental

Keeping it simple, why stop? Let me move with the tempo

Experience the innuendos coming out of my dental

I'm a politician with a beautiful vision

I see my opening, let me make the incision

I'm the newest addition

M-G killa killa Kells

I rock wells spitting that fire from a living hell

Tell me who's real.. Cleveland, what's up?

Cleveland, what's up?...Lace up, check

Now people fear what they don't understand

Well my community comprehends grams, uh

We do what we can, picturing a better living so I'm driven like Benz

Live, learn and keep growing, that's the theory of man

Expose my flows, poetry flowing uncontrollably

I'm the positive exterior while y'all is just a ho in me

Hopefully what? No, I kill with my songs

My weapon of choice is my voice, so I'm strap 'til I'm gone

And I'm gone, Kells

I got more bars than a jail

I got more heat than the sun itself

You would think i was a member of hell

You would think I didn't have any manners

The way I use this beat for myself

And if anyone of you got a problem then lemme call Tim West on the cell and we'll tell you

Kells is the man with the plan

With like one, two iron rings on his hand

And this is for the fans in the stands

That held me down from the start, bitch, and this the end!