Yeah. this is Basick with Mild Beats.
The sound from the streets that defeats all the suckers.
You know that's complete and there's no repeat. Shit.
The hottest single hit. In year 2008. Listen kid..

[VERSE 1]
Basick. that's what my name is... fuckers..
Say "cheese" for your funeral picture...suckers..
Please...this is how Basick gets down
Behind me are my Jiggy Jiggy fellows, we know that we're the best.
Unfuckable Beauty. Cinderella who threw her glass slipper away
On top of the beat is philosophy and that's hip hop
If that trash-like thought is your philosophy, then let go of the mic and see ya
My winning rate is the record on battle net
Just pray that your species don't come out with a rapper (pray)
If hip hop was a movie, and I'd be the theme music
Bury these dead ones with blood, the uzi tinting an auburn color
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quickly
"I'm ill, I'm dope, I'm tired, and I'm sick" (Yeah)
Soon, get your passports out
Everyone captivated by Basick, they'll all pass, no doubt


[VERSE 2]
I make you look at me as if I were N.A.S.
Fight me, this shitty world because I'm V.A.S.
My name? B.A.S. to the I to the C to the K
The wrinkles on my brain are distinct more than anyone else's My words that are squeezed out from the wrinkles are trivial, but saltier than salt to others
Bad for your health as I use all my strength to squeeze them out
The ridiculous words "You're a fake" I shake off into the last shot glass I hold in my hand
Nobody blocks me and I'll wish for luck that even if you wish for me to go the opposite direction
You're still the greatest mime performer and no matter how much you try to push me away
You're in the same place and I'm a great mountain. No matter how much you shout, you're just an echo
Why do you put forth scissors before rock? What I'm saying is, everyone go back to basics
Everyone, don't you know that first and last is a “given”?
Without it is like Kobe with a broken arm
Hip hop is my life and every morning you'll hear me from now on as I'll be your alarm


[VERSE 3]
The melody embedded in my head, the very delightful parody
Words and metaphors is what gives hip hop its anatomy
All of these, what's given is the moment of clarity
The memory filled with passion: take it to somewhere where the battery isn't worn out
As if it was a Bentley, the only remedy to me is a rhyme gallery
I always watch the lyrical blemishes that MCs lavish
What you need is intelligence but if I had to compare you in an analogy, you're a stiff belly dance
Teasin', pleasin', and squeezin' you
Now, my charms are unknown in quantity I'm always fuckin' right man. When I got the mic in my hand, my words are right as of a mother's
I'm here and I saw, but now it's my turn to win
I'm hoping that the cards you hold in your hand are hopefully the best
Yo, I'll be better than the best
I don't stop while you linger
I'll be standing in the center just like a middle finger