[Swade and Antoine Intro by Twan Mack]

[upbeat hip-hop music]

Twan Mack: Listen, it’s a, a simple snare A simple kick, a simple hat I’m singing born, I’m never born, I really rap Control it boy, take the queen It’s chess and never checkers Your twist inherently wrong I call you Chubby Checker The novelist super marvelous, he is not returned I turn your ### into ashes, leave you in the urn They put me in your division, so now I dominate it I’ve known as one of the best that wasn’t nominated This way you know how to spin it I don’t feel it, bro Call yo ### Mr. Potato Head, ’bout to peel it, bro Appeal and process denied, wasn’t feasible Lit you ### right in your whys Tell you to beat it, bro All I know, you been fallin’ off while I’m gettin’ on There’s a work of genius about it ‘Til you get it goin’ If you come back empty-handed, yeah, you back hand I was born Antoine, just statement Call me Rap Man Calm your comrade down, control your dog Curious of what I came for? I want it all Am I worried ’bout what you do? No, not at all ‘Cause you all get down to Twan Mack’s sound Listen, calm your comrade down, control your dog Curious of what I came for? I want it all Am I worried ’bout what you do? No, not at all ‘Cause you all get down to Twan Mack’s sound

Twan Mack: Say ho!

Audience: Ho!

Twan Mack: Say ho!

Audience: Ho!

Twan Mack: Say ho, ho, ho!

Audience: Ho, ho, ho!

Twan Mack: Say ho, ho, ho!

Audience: Ho, ho, ho!

Twan Mack: Say ho!

Audience: Ho!

Twan Mack: Say ho!

Audience: Ho!

Twan Mack: Say ho, ho, ho!

Audience: Ho, ho, ho!

Twan Mack: Listen!

[record scratching]

Twan Mack: Yo, like I would do my lane left the earth It really hit me hard Ecstasy Houdini, my man You’ve always been the god with crowds like this I’m ready to rap If you talking too much ish, I’m ready to smack I do calisthenics five days a week I stay prepared, bro But staples in your sink is damn right I take you there, Joe No carbonated water, sugar, no soda pop It’s for meditating, so take cover the day I drop Listen, lotta cats reppin’ my things Never been in Italian movies Tell you a Black man was never in the mob Everybody wanna be Gotti ’til the trial date Millions that you make from the street Let’s see ’em outweigh fictional factors Lotta you actin’ so Hollywood Steady be cappin’, fantasy rappin’ The molly good, approaching aggressive Probably get you back here I was born Antoine, just statement Call me Rap Man Calm your comrade down, control your dog Curious on what I came for? I want it all Am I worried ’bout what you do? No, not at all ‘Cause you all get down to Twan Mack’s sound Listen, calm your comrade down, control your dog Curious on what I came for? I want it all Am I worried ’bout what you do? No, not at all ‘Cause you all get down to Twan Mack’s sound Go side to side, side to side Side to side, go side, c’mon now Go side to side, side to side Side to side, go side, Appleton Go side to side, side to side Side to side, go side to side It go one, two, uno, dos, tres

[audience cheering]

Twan Mack: I love Appleton. If you love Appleton, let me hear you make some noise.

[audience cheering]

Twan Mack: If you love the Mile of Music, let me hear you make some noise.

[audience cheering]

Twan Mack: Let me hear, let me hear you say it, “I love that real hip-hop!”

Audience: I love that real hip-hop!

Twan Mack: Say, “I love that real hip-hop!”