For the first time ever together

We present to you the World's Finest

This the start of the saga

Mr. Fingers with the Kush God the

Puppeteer and Grandmaster Yoda

KMC rhyme proper

Kush Master crowd rocker

Mick said he need deff rhymes

For deff beats said I got ya

By day Bruce Wayne

Driven insane by this boom brain

Combined with skills so ahead of the game

Nobody can touch the topic of the same

I'm at the top of the food chain

And this the age of the neighborhood reign

Making shit so you can rage

Too good to give a fuck about fame

Mickens the conductor of the train

I step on the track with no restrain

See the lights comin from way down the lane

Put my shoulder down and an Allie sized hole

Through the fucking frame

Clock strikes ten I'm in the cave

Jottin plotting rhyme schemes for days

Slim said gotta have ammo stacked

For this world to save

Weapons prepped for the bold and the brave

I got marijuana gizmos and gadgets to blaze haze

Don't step you don't want no contest best behave

In this mixtape you'll discover

Just like the name of its cover

Micken and I the neighborhoods finest

Long Islands highest

The mogul of tomorrow

And the Dark Knight rhymist

Saving the uni til the end of time bitch

Toke an ounce of some cannabis

Bitch I can't tweak

Motherfuckers on my shit list

Keep the low professional

It's none of ya business

Rhymes are so ill like a motherfucken sickness

Now witness

The amazing blazin'

Hard to see the basics

When you worried 'bout killing' shit

With lyrical instruments

Can't even tell you the incidents

Yoda just killed all the innocents