[Verse 1: Add-2]

See I was 15 sittin’ writin’ sixteens

Spittin’ front of six teens

Yea that nigga nice, but my shit mean

Mean as [?] cleaner than Aquafina

Sister to sister after Tamara I’m hittin’ Tia

Them recycle rhymes you need to leave in the trash

My pen ain’t never been a pussy but it bleed on the pad

Used to roll with my homie kept his heat on the dash

[?] some cash [?] that he kept in his stash box

Only paper that I got is what I’m rhyming on

But what I write’ll take away the pain like takin’ Tylenol

Follow what I say I get my Simon on

Illest nigga to spit it, kill yourself go get your feeling’s [?]

[?] got a lobotomy, yea that kid is outta his mind

His uncle just died and his mother finna go blind

Fuck it, he sighed, I got some other shit on my mind

So…

[Hook: Add-2]

Keep walkin’

You can save the talkin’

Only bitches get the barkin’

Get a bar from

Kill it, get it in the coffin

Don’t get caught up in dark kid

[Verse 2: Add-2]

Killa, killa, killa, the rhyme killa

You think you sick I spit some shit that’ll make you think I’m iller

No, never seen a [?] I’m so much realler

Until my spirit live [or you search my soul?] and you still see Dilla

Undertaker I’m takin’ the verse I’m layin’ it first [and layer it so ?] lay in a hearse

And then I, I give it to ‘em like he sittin’ in church

God bless ‘em, rest em in peace deceased they sleep in the dirt

Get the picture I pick it apart then rip up the parts

[?] beat to his heart

As I creep through the dark, just like a thief in the park

My mind as bright as sun and sharp as the teeth on a shark

But I might, like I’m pimpin’ and I’m psyched, then I’m rippin’ his

So when I think they [Gladys Night?] like they [Pips?] in it

Get the point that is you missin’ it

You talk about it while we livin’ it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sundown]

Sundown cut throat like the guillotine

Clean cut keen while I stand in the bloody stream

A chilly autumn wind, chillin’ your spine again

Champion hoodies and the chance to make me whole again

Executer with my friend from the city of wind

Machine choppin’ block blend all the cuts I pen

Like a laureate, nobel, oh well, go tell

Chicago tales with Add-2, haha

One half of Act Proof

We emcee, MC squared with the E in the front of it

[?] see us runnin’ it with D. Rose

Defroze, thawed out when we wrote

Thawed out and we posed to haul out the bullshit

Boozer, we rose to bring flows forth from Lake Michigan

Late Registration, they hate when I’m penning shit

Pimpin’ it, [?] derivative now walk it out trick

[Hook]

(On my way to find myself again)