[Chorus]

[Eligh]

My name is Eligh and I'm the best
And the Grey Crow, that is my crest
I don't do my thing, I do my best
Microphone in hand, cuz I'm blessed

[The Grouch]

I'm grouch and I'm dope
A simple man, now take notes 
I don't love a thing, I love my folks
This mic is mine, don't get close

Say Eligh, Say Grouch (x4)

[Verse 1]

[Eligh]

You'll never see another man come out and rhyme like this
You can never determine or figure out my timing switch
I'm a divine, cloud nine surfing under-grad with an itch
To switch styles and make you dizzy causing hissy fits
Lift up my leg when I rhyme, your piss poor
Get out my way when I shine I get raw

[The Grouch]

My mind climbs, I'm mental
Einstein times nine's simple
Fine lines intertwined with bass
Rhyme grind all up in your face!

[Eligh]
Taking over microphones is what I do Its just my job
I take some pride, but not a snob, a nine to five will not suffice
My life is where I need it, feed it music and innovation
Temptation will not crush my dreams multi tasking in these mean streets

[The Grouch]

OG, I'm one
One, two, make it real fresh for you
Yes I get it live
What it do?
It goes 333

[Eligh]

Raising rhythms like zombies I'm racing through the streets
Of your town over beats anatomically change your body chemistry
Drastically searching for better nights and better days
I bet it pays to hear the names play names play

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

[The Grouch]
Be on camera
Ain't gon' ham it up
What you actin for?
We got stamina
Grouch got amo, dust the sand off
Before I hand it off to fuckin' Gandalf
Underground kings, run around in a dream
G&E!  burn it down sin

[Eligh]

Mista, mista, can I take your picture?
Sign this for my sister?
She didn't want to miss ya but she had to study harder
Just to make that money quicker in the pocket
To knock that music that you rip up

[The Grouch]

Get up... put your one fist up
This we gon' spit tuff
It's a rich life, give love
Now you get the picture
We gotta be fit for what's next
So step your shit up
Think be thankful
Earnin my bankroll
Wifeys ripe with a big butt
Like a juicy mango
Two to tango
Who you gone bang though?

[Chorus]