[Verse 1: Ryan Rich]
I’m not asking for a fan, I’m just mastering this plan
It’s a disaster even when I pass this mic up to my man
We get hype yo, that tight flow, more than a psycho the clan
Whether I’m writing or reciting keeping it exciting like oh dam

Double r squared, that’s complex like arithmetic
Digress or be next, hell no you can’t resist this shit
When I twist my spit, off that twister shit
She’s Mr. Rich’s mit once I kissed her on the upper lip

I’m Coming at you chyou with that 21st century
Got that new sounds but still kick it elementary
Abcs , the 123s
Even since Recess the girlies wanna play with me

Truths to wisdom. bars to prison
I’m refracting, what’s lacking in music like a prism
Bound to no prison, so outside the box
So baby hit the lights and we can wild out like the lox

[Verse 2: Ross Rich]
We gotcha your head banging when we’re dropping that new beat
The type of shit that gets you moving – Miami Heat
So UVic what up you know we got them freaks
Just met her last week and she’s already tearin up my sheets

Our records off the rictor you’ll need the navy and some fleets
Cuz I refuse to loose and will never be defeat
We get hype as fuck like dub and will never be discreet
I was born and raised Toronto but I’m coming to your streets

Through your headphones, droppin shit like the Dow Jones
Twenty-First century flows produced by Xaph Jones
You know homes, man, that we be the brothers
With that triple A flare – rare, and a cut above the others

Look at it this way, ya, it’s all about perception
Just another college rapper? Maybe the exception
So I control my own dreams, call it Inception
While she controls her own screams –don’t forget the contraception