[Hook: Nikova]
Kova can't be stopped man, just, Let It Go
And he's aimin' straight for the top damn! Just Let It Go
And I could care less of what yall got to say, I Let It Go
Cause you can't, be me man, just Let It Go!
Man just, Let It Go
Ay just, Let It Go
Yeah I Let It Go
Cause you can't be me homie so Let It Go

[Verse 1: MAK]
Mak Nikov, the passion swoll, how could I flex with all of this soul
Putting it down like a dog but I know its just yall, since yall have no control
Feel the remedy explode, hear the great debris thats healing me, like elevated land
When I get it for a second then I'm opening eyes, they sound HORRIBLE all capitalized
Top of the game but yall droppin' dimes, and I'm pickin' em up laying down my size
Wonder how I sound plat but ain't got the shine, but I guess it's in me better recognize
But you can't deny even if you dont, that lyrical get crunk but I know you won't
You're really just scared cause If I ever get aired your local artist won't be able to stand compared
Sleepin' on you cause you sleepin' on me, what they call me overseas? The American dream
This track won't wake back up, well in fact that's tough, cause I just killed the beat
Gon need some CSI, top forensic teams, come again? Anthropology
On top of that, I'll come and find you then do it again. No apologies

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kova]
Let it go like you caught my toe, I'mma tiger, Faded, still I let my skills show
Got feets all moving down a row, I make' em all wanna get up and not shy the Ghost
Big Kova put it down not to lie or boast, and I just feed the truth like its down my throat
Swallow that pride cause hollows could fly, hurting they feelings when I'm describing the rhymes
Where the meaning is never meaningless, shining all day I don't know when the evening is
Flow off the handle need a genius grip, can't tame my bars it contains the Script
Just aim and spit showing off a bit, I put' em on your top list and knock' em off again
Marvelous like the Marvel print and I'm talkin' X-Men, Onslaught relived
But yall just kids that was '96, I was bumpin' Jay-Z and ATLiens
On The Wheels Of Steel, Ronnie keeps it ill, that's old school slang but we keepin' it real
We personify fly no landing gear, sounding like jet engines in your ear
Whether you listen or just fear, we're a class of our own you're a student here

[Hook]