Duke Westlake Cypher Mixtape Version
[Intro]
Uh huh!
Dutchman, Duke Westlake
It goes (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!)

[Verse]
Everybody kick back, go and grab a six-pack
While I start to leave my verbal footprints on this sick track
I hustle with the flow, like A Pimp Named Slickback
Meanwhile, I'm spitting buzzed on Cherry Coke and Kit-Kats
You spit wack
Oh, you dropped something? Must've missed that
This court jester's got no time to put up with the riff-raff
Need to proofread your bars, don't want you making mistacks
Oops, your mistake; need to go back and fix that
Your hard flow is more like first-grade-level
Meanwhile, I'm shooting shots at a Dwyane-Wade-level
And my flow's at anything-other-than-sane level
Seems like you other wack rappers on the same level
Oh no, here he comes, better lock your doors!
Welcome to my neighborhood; we have no time to stop for tours
Man, what the hell are you acting cocky for?
Crush you in battle so bad, I'll be using you to mop my floors
I never dumb it down, I keep it intellectual
The competition that I'm seeing here seems ineffectual
Skills in mint condition like a Star Wars collectible
Don't try to bite my style, even though it tastes delectable
Call me Scott Pilgrim 'cause I got that X (ex) factor
You're spitting more garbage than a trash compactor
I keep it honest, while you're nothing but a stage actor
Go back to playing Call of Duty now, you fake hackers!
Understand that you don't have the guts
I'm more Aggro than the Crag, no ifs, ands, or buts
Wrecking your careers, leaving you with bruises and cuts
I'm in the highest pedigree, while you're all a bunch of mutts
Hip-hop's in real bad shape
And I don't have any patience to deal with these fakes
I'm with Ashtin Larold, trying to expose these fakes
And shaking up the rap game like they felt an earthquake
Eating cake with Duke Westlake! Ha ha!