[Verse 1: Aerial Ace]

I tried to be simplistic, but Zen can't make downgrade what's intrinsic

My framework calls me to stick out from the gifted, fans study in forensics

When I go kill a verse they track my tracks in the reverse and then proceed to have me listed

Bitch, try and rob me blind, these sights'll read through your intentions, chop hollow you purple, it's Gojo with dispositions

I'm Inumaki to bitches, I'm mouthing off with the fishes

In poses and mixed positions I clap one and then switch it

I clap hun and she fidget, her man claim he a spinner

Fingers say that he a G, but all my G's bеg to differ

Panda rounds, he dismembеred

His brain now dance with his liver

His ears can eat with his gizzard

That boy done made him a mess, I might have my mom get the swiffer, uh!

And get you swept fast!

He thought he got away, but these bullets DK Metcalf!

I been tasked with stirring up crack, we in the quest lab!

To smash communities, it ain't gon' be no minor setback, motherfucker!

Max elephanta the mantra, I'm washing those who said no's

No bar, a weak nigga speak, could ever outweigh what I spoke

I'm nailing rap, Nola Voodoo, feel the sting of the stroke, woo!

And I'mma pass it to bro

[Verse 2: Drip$tick]

Yeah, look, ace and drip, we Todo and Yuji

You not a foe if we fusing, I feel like Jogo and prove it

When I'mma show 'em my music, my fire flow like jacuzzi

I'm always kicking it solo, stay in my zone, I'm secluded

I get the top like I'm Gojo, we talking hoes, they included

I'm Yuji pranking, taking clothes, that's the way it goes

Taking hoes, Nagi, catch a body if she take me home

Megumi, I'm dogging these bitches, the way they taking bone

Fingers she devour, I'm a shower, how I spray the chrome

Purple got me faded, blue faces, red blade and clothes

Punches been delaying, curse him out like we on raging roads

Yeah, get the fuck out my spot, bitch!

Yeah, Maki stick, you get shot, bitch!

(Beat him up) like Mechamaru when he getting caught, bitch!

Mahito, the way I leave him out to rot, bitch!

[Verse 3: Mir Blackwell]

Uh, my key to bitches? Stay Zenin with all these women

These niggas love telling stories, I clap as the plot thickens

I'm back with your shot missing, I clap and these shots hitting

I'm putting bodies in boxes, won't see no surprise entrance

I'm top of the tier, top of the grade, dropping a fade

I put M's on his head, will not be afraid, not on my wave

You see here lies the last career that got in my way

It's Blindfold Swag to these rappers, I am not throwing shade

Now watch me roll up on the niggas you rolling with, give their dome a twist

Revolver take his head off and leave the burdens he shouldering

I got a bone to pick with niggas taking breaks cause I can break any bone you pick

When I fold your clique with these loaded clips

Dame gon' drop the digits, see me digging out your bitch

Niggas getting executed perfectly without a hitch

I can't think of a time when this metal's not equipped

Chopping up the dough, no Mahito, I leave without a stitch, on gang!