Yo, check the mic, one two! [Beat Drop]Hear the whispers, what's the buzz?Got a character, causing fuzz!Every corner, every street,Got that distinct, sour beat.Tralalero, tralala, something ain't right,Got that weird vibe, shining too bright.A certain aroma, can't quite place,A cloud of doubt, all over the space.Big talk, tiny impact, what's the deal? [Hype Ad-libs]Swagger's a front, nothing's real.Walks like a king, but the crown's askew,Everyone knows the game, through and through.Oh, the foul play, leaving a trail,Sour taste in the air, without fail!Eyes like glazed donuts, a vacant stare,Lost in delusion, floating on air! [Build-up]Tralalero, tralala, the truth is out!What they whisper, no longer a doubt!Tralalero, tralala, on the alley wall,The Piffle Peddler's gonna fall! [Scratch Solo]Playing dirty hands, for a cheap thrill,Backdoor deals, climbing uphill.Kissing up, with a crooked smile,Anything for a moment, just for a while!The spotlight's on, can't hide anymore,Every false step, knocking at the door! [Distorted Riff]No more secrets, the curtain's torn,Every bluff shattered, every lie forlorn!Tralalero, tralala, the game is done!The Piffle Peddler, on the run! [Vocal Break]Yeah! On the run! [Crowd Chant](Sudden Stop)Smell that? [Spoken Word](Fade-Out Buzz)