Thing get real as the Boys conclude their first song.

WHAT WE LEARNT TODAY

Willie will find you and he will defeat you, he also has the cream touch, has no time for fakers, thinks his name rhymes, and can’t stand it when you read over his shoulder.

THE LYRICS

Y'all know, Can't nobody rock a crowd like me

She know, Can't nobody make it bounce like me

He know, Can't nobody get it hot like me

Y'all know, Y'all need ta stop cause ya can't see me

Seven continents I bruise all crews

Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes

Eskimos to Aborigines

I'll test the flow of the world's MC's

I'll hit you out the ball park

You just all talk

Don't be lookin at my script, you can't play my part

See I'm a rapper that’s an actor

You act rap with no heart

The way that I compose those flows like Mozart

Gets somthin like a symphony, when I'm orchestratin' em

Ever since the days of me an Jeff at the Paladium

All my life I've been the cream of the crop

Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream

I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it

Not the Benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo

I'm a rhyme regardless of earnin

Long as my heart keeps yearnin

I gots ta keep burnin