I rolled into the saloon and flipped my mic in my holster
I took my first sip of whiskey and saw my face on this poster
I cocked the shot back, rolled over cuz I had to look closer
It read “Mista Walk wanted for bein’ a whack rapper roaster”
I looked around the bar and that it was all wannabe’s
I picked my jaw up from the floor and I tried to look mean
I could sense right then, that a battle was about to blow up
I cranked the beat up and said stick ‘em up this is a hold up
I saw one dude snarl, grit his teeth and squint his eye
I could see he was thinkin’ “what kinda MC is this guy?”
I smacked him in the face with one hand and grabbed the mic with the other
I started battlin’ these whack rappers one after another
I said “instead of havin’ you, ya mother shoulda had a rubber”
There was another ego ruptured with every MC that I smothered
One dude stood up, stepped up and I looked up, he looked tough
And sure enough he was buff and for a sec I felt shook up

It was my Showdown to throw down the flow I throw out
Pistol packin’ wannabes, pack up and roll out
I got the mic out and now I’m just waitin’ on dawn
To start hittin’ hard, I’m flippin cards and droppin’ bombs before I’m gone

It was my Showdown to throw down the flow I throw out
It was my Showdown

I took my MC stance and started bobbin’ my head
I put the mic to my lips and spit so sick my lyrics were blood red
Everybody backed up as I bounced with the beat
Call me “Mista Flame Throwa” - I was bringin’ the heat
I said “Mista Big Guy you don’t look so tough”
Ya think you can spit’s hard enough, well I’m callin’ ya bluff
The event got intense when he put the mic to his mouth
He looked at me so proud, but nothin’ came out
The beat fell off for a second but I picked it back up
I busted my old school method, and the crowd blew up
I threw my hand up and I moved it from the right to the left
I said shame on you big dude for tryin’ to step to the best
Ya just a chump wannabe, just another rap disaster
An MC is somethin' you can't be, so let’s close this chapter
If it’s hip hop ya after, then go back to talkin' smack
I grabbed the mic back and said "You even suck at bein' whack"

It was my showdown to throw down the flow I throw out
Pistol packin’ wannabes, pack up and roll out
I got the mic out and now I’m just waitin’ on dawn
To start hittin’ hard, I’m flippin cards and droppin’ bombs before I’m gone

It was my Showdown to throw down the flow I throw out
It was my Showdown

I thought I saw a tear in his eye but it was just a tattoo
Thinkin’ you can step to this, I spit til my lips get black and blue
You other MC’s there’s a moral you should know
Just cuz ya got a hard stature don’t mean that you can flow
There’s a story that goes along to every single rhyme
Just cuz you crossed the train tracks don’t mean you’ve walked the line
I was chained to this beat, but the jailer set me free
He handed me the key and said “Go be an emcee”
So here I am today it’s where I’ll always be
Bumpin’ hard through ya speakers, Mista Walk that’s me
There’s a lyrical pipe in my mind and I think it has a leak
It keeps drippin’ fresh lyrics on my tongue and bouncin’ off my cheek
For me to speak along to the beat or the clap of ya hands
Whatever’s clever for whoever I just bust the way I can
It’s a destiny It’s a plan , you can call it what you will
If this mic was a bomb, I spit fiya and I’m about to kill

It was my Showdown to throw down the flow I throw out
Pistol packin’ wannabes, pack up and roll out
I got the mic out and now I’m just waitin’ on dawn
To start hittin’ hard, I’m flippin cards and droppin’ bombs before I’m gone

It was my Showdown to throw down the flow I throw out
It was my Showdown