Jeff Bezos vs Mansa Musa - Early Demo (Patreon)

Hola! We thought you'd like to hear a demo from the Bezos vs Musa writing sessions. 

You'll hear a lot of lyrics which made it into the final track, but there's also a load of lines which ended up being cut completely. The verses were lopsided at this point with Bezos having more bars but this demo was just about fleshing out ideas.

Here are the lyrics to the audio of the demo. Hope you enjoy it...

MANSA MUSA - 1ST VERSE

It’s the King of Mali the biggest baller ever living probably,

I made a killing off sodium but you getting salty.

You got no moxy, I’ll handle this dork,

Your Amazon Princess beat you like Diana in court.

How sad, with all that cash, she still wouldn’t be yours,

Now your new girl looks like "feed me Seymour".

When it comes to your raps the fact is they all wack,

I left footprints in the Sahara, I know about hot tracks.

Conquered Timbuktu and with GOA I mop floors,

All you conquered is eBay and lil Mom & Pop Stores.

My flow; a hot torch, on Bezos I’ll be wiggin',

So if your bodies in a box, does it come with free shipping?

JEFF BEZOS - 1ST VERSE

At Amazon competition’s never been our mission,

My focus is giving value to all the customers who listen.

But that’s the challenge, right? Making your flow go toe to toe with me,

I know let's work as a team to help you brand perform less horribly.

First I'd make some tweaks to your PR if that was possible,

I’ve never heard your story and I own Audible

My team tells me you were a King who gave a bunch of his gold away

But, now I feed your country for the price of a cup of coffee per day

So what’s the lesson? How do you learn from your failures?

That’s a question your Uncle might ask, next time he’s hiring sailors

It's clear I’m owning you, just like you owned your slaves

Alexa, break it down.... "Ok"

Never trade blows with Jazzy Jeff Bezos,

I’m money baby you can call me Jeff Pesos.

Egg head with a huge set of huevos,

Bald God you can call me Jeff Kratos.

So bow to me like you did to the King of Cairo,

You rap as hack as Saudi’s tapping my iphone.

You’ll be more ashamed than when you accidentally killed your mom,

When I make you shit your pants worst than diapers dot com.

MANSA MUSA - 2ND VERSE

Ayo Lex Loser, you look like a villain at Comic Con,

You gettin' ate up, should of battled me on Ramadan.

A harem of women is what I had in the staff,

You married one woman Jeff, and she cut you in half.  

Amongst the greatest givers ever no one stands in line before me,

He shook, bout to pee himself like Amazon employees.

Yea I had slaves, I ran shit yeah it’s true,

But being my slave was better than working for you.

My slaves married free folk and could buy their freedom,

Your workers, can’t even take shit breaks when they need them.

I lived my life for the Prophet, you lived your life for the profit,

Your workers are striking again I think they like you to stop it.

But let’s really break it down because there’s more to him,

He ain’t a Bezos, his real name is Jorgensen.

And Daddy loved unicycles more than him,

So he rolled out, now that’s a Blue Origin.

JEFF BEZOS - 2ND VERSE

Passing it back to me here is a positive action,

We were steadily losing traction that whole time you were rapping.

But you’re right, 38 billion to McKenzie was tough,

Earning every penny back took me almost a whole month.

It just sucks for this battle you can’t hold a Kindle to me,

Maye we should just delete your story, it’s only like a gig of memory.

All the customer ratings say I got you covered like a hijab,

We'll put a pin in that, while this King get's a bitch slap.

You should stick to trekkin' cos my AI is tracking you,

Roll your raps back to Mali, Kanye West Africa.

I’m running circles round you - Kaaba,

You beat me? I can’t picture that - Allah.

You're overrated like you leave economies inflated, 

I've taken bigger risks on stocks that I've traded.

I’m the Washington Post, at most you’re dusty old news,

I’m fly as drones and I’m fresher than Whole Foods.

Your story’s done, it’s infinite what I have in store,

Gonna baldly go where no man has gone before.

Like my P&L’s I’m dominant in all four quarters,

You expanded regions I destroyed borders.

I'm faster than my cloud storage,

Your people still lacking Wi-Fi and eating cold porridge.

Been pimpin’ since Princeston, one clickin, free shippin’,

Homegrown high tech Texan, Nepotism’s all you’re dripping.