call me Jonny Quest but my sidekick not *Hadji*
my nigga named Mic rollin wit me
i gotta lot to say but ima let him speak fo me
he get a lil winy cuz he say i spit on him all the time
i tell him dat more saliva means a more polished rhyme
& he' makin me famous wit every line i spit
he projects it, believe i got more than one *Bandit*
dem dogs clean u out like Diarrhea cuz i runs sh*t
gotta toilet mouf but im tryna clean the bowl
so i try not to diirty up the brush too much
i dont want *Dr. Quest* behind me wit da broom
so i try to keep my whole soul whole
my sole main goal is to bless Mic & let em bless me
so we stay teamin up on a wanna-be cat
i call it "extermination of a fake a$$ pu$$y"
but Mic is too cool he just chills & relays that
back, relaxed, as we travel the jungles
of concrete, asphalt crackin under our feet
from the beat of the beat bumpin from the underground
of various rap joints around town
the wheels hug the ground as we roll around
lookin for a temple to prey & feast
on a nigga thinkin that he beastin
like a heart beatin, if they fight back we beat harder
like when u tryin to catch the belt, weepin
leavin, more than a welt to step down would be smarter
Mortal Kombat equals bleedin
Mic & Quest is like Scorpion & Sub-Zero
im takin ya heart while he put you on freeze
you ain't seperatin us like Mac & cheese
together we like a Animality Fatality
thas eating you alive, i concede
to your defeat & you dont want a repeat
of the conclusion, no confusion
that the fusion of me & greatness is far from an optical illusion
leavin contusions on a wanna-be rapper
tryna keep these red snappers away
cuz they tryna bite on my bait but i tell em just wait
& be patient cuz if not they end up a patient
of Dr. Jonny Quest & Mr. Microphone
the rap pinnacle is my Quest, which is destiny
im flying to the top of my zone so i can mount the throne
& Mr. Mic gon fly wit me to the death of me

*J.Quest