| Uh, anticipation through the roof | 
| Bigger basements with bigger tables for scrappin up the brew | 
| Get it shakin, if they’ve been waitin, to pay for this is two’s | 
| Clock workin for the purchase and labeled it much new | 
| Thought you peruse through the rumor mill section of your favorite site | 
| Some say it’s destined, some say it’s questioned, some say it’s hype | 
| I say the blessing that you possess when you paid the price | 
| Two of the best, ever connected on a single mic | 
| Mike Jeffrey with the robe on, gave 'em quotables so ons | 
| If I get this commercial with Spike, call me a so long | 
| Predicted to be on mile high with the seat drawn | 
| Pen game see ons, Big told me to go long | 
| Uh, it’s so wrong, mind blowin how we on this joint | 
| Came into entry-level position, now we own this joint | 
| The Barrel Brothers from the Brook', no Jonas joint | 
| Niggas can’t see us like the credits on the bonus joint | 
| Bonus on the throw in, definition of go in | 
| Paper Mate veins, my father already wrote this | 
| Breakaway aim, you weave, I still won’t miss | 
| Shoot through your Theory, if you never been to the Low Ends | 
| And that’s no diss to Tribe, 'cause notice describe | 
| The focus provide, when those pens collide | 
| Our whole list for pride, the whole shit contrived | 
| The dopeness combined when Tor' get with Sky' | 
| When Sky' get with Tor', you curtain call everything | 
| Rumors turned out to turned out and to the present Kings | 
| Movin words out, word-of-mouth can turn to gettin rings | 
| Drums sound like dumbs, the kick is where the Dessie ring | 
| And this is where your Heaven meets Hell and your effort meet fail | 
| I don’t F with these stales | 
| Shit is stuck at retail, ass rappers | 
| When the simple fact is that this corner boy crafted another corner store | 
| classic | 
| The daily conversation is breakin down into fractions | 
| This rap shit is water, I cornered this from the tuck | 
| When I rhyme tell 'em all of it’s me when I hit the jump | 
| Let 'em know I put my balls on the beat like Brennan Huff | 
| Whenever you mention us, you can say we «Step Brothers» too | 
| Or Brothers from Another, shout to my Philly dudes | 
| But on the really dude, it’s illy the way we do | 
| The rhythm is straight to stool, don’t make 'em like me and you | 
| True, dirty beats under intricate poems | 
| While the rest of 'em makin records like they Winston Jerome | 
| Me and Tor' get to breakin this pavement behind the gate | 
| And the mirror says Jason and David in '98 | 
| We doin what y’all ain’t, it’s like the pen that paint y’all mural | 
| You play Guitar Hero, I play the bar hero | 
| And y’all zeroes never up on deck | 
| We might do a full length, who gon' cut that check? | 
| (huh?) | 
| Wanted it, you got it, got it, heard all of the chitchat | 
| Heard all of the rumors, lookin to predict that | 
| Now you got the two of us, who you know as true as us? | 
| Name another tag that can move with us (Barrel Brothers) | 
| Wanted it, you got it, got it, heard all of the chitchat | 
| Heard all of the rumors, lookin to predict that | 
| Now you got the two of us, who you know as true as us? | 
| Name another tag that can move with us (Barrel Brothers) |