 Breaking the sound, sound. Coming in loud, loud. We're shaking them down, down. No need for a crown, crown. Lord of the lyrical ground, ground. We the talk of the town. Bitch, I'm ripping it up. Then I'm tearing it down. Step on the stage, yeah, we going on tour. Thinking I'm eating the rest. Me and the squad coming for more. You cannot even attest. Just for the record, I settled the score and I don't care.