[Verse 1: Ethic & Sapient]

I'm so sharp I can stab you with a thought, stash you in some cloth

In a clandestine manner, no camera would'a caught

You're an amateur that's not up to challenge what I brought

My mic hands a result, throwing Luke at Anakin Fah

I'd like to thank God for being picky

Thanks

Cause when he made debaser, he'd emptied out the piggy bank

You little cartoons get harpooned, you are our food

I'm so developed you'd think I live in a dark room

Created through cadence, validate your playlist

Add us all together, then equal sign

An evil mind's dangerous, mine flew the cuckoo's nest

You can't change a perfect rep with a stupid threat

We're producing death, be in the game like revolution X

Don't talk shit you've got tuna breath

Hide the pseudofed, they're producing [...]

It's rudimentary that what I say will make you lose your bet

[Chorus: Al-One]

I've seen it before and I'm seeing it again

They see MCing as a trend, but MC is what I am, if ya'

Seen me before you know it, you see me again

That I bleed through my pen, I showed there's MC you see I live

Pay-check funny, but it makes sand, done it

Cause I may spend money but don't own damn nothing

This is a creative control

Actually we only naturally

Creative control

[Verse 2: Al-One]

I'm not feeling you with that bullshit that you spitting

You need to take these pills and drink a full fifth of whiskey

Business is risky, what's line up without Richie?

The same thing as you without your spinal, come against me

And you can spend G's to rent a Bentley, for the day

To shoot a video, pretending in the end it's just the same

You're just a lame [...] sucker, clean out sack of shit

Who don't know nothing about this motherfucking rapping shit

[Verse 3: OnlyOne]

Just in case I'm running out, I scrape my knuckles

Moving weight, a couple pounds won't strainmy muscle

What you know nothing about, I slang, I hustle

And stay underground like the Shanghai tunnels

I kill y 'all rappers, every day I struggle

To spend more time digging graves with my shovel

My fam got pieces that they bring like puzzles

The [...], y 'all under my rain like puddles

[Chorus: Al-One]

I've seen it before and I'm seeing it again

They see MCing as a trend, but MC is what I am, if ya'

Seen me before you know it, you see me again

That I bleed through my pen, I showed there's MC you see I live

Pay-check funny, but it makes sand, done it

Cause I may spend money but don't own damn nothing

This is a creative control

Actually we only naturally

Creative control

[Verse 4: Gold]

It's breaking the heart, jumpstart hands free on the track

Like look mom, No hands know that, you want no problems with the sand

Gold wraps his arms around the sound, causing bodily harm but chill

This don't need to be alarmed right now

All my peeps have yet to write down, and when they do they're bound

The true you ever spit you out, true to the saying of it

We don't have freedom of choice, but we have freedom of speech

So tell your label is shut it, we're making something out of nothing

[Verse 5: IAME]

I got something on brain that'll fuck up your day

When rappers speak I practically feel nothing but pain

We spend months in the rain and I got nothing to lose

But a body count, the game here's aiming at you

Alright killer does that label fit you?

Fuck a label I kill mics and my weapons the truth

Conceal nothing when I step in a booth

Won't come half ass on the track even if you cut me in two

[Chorus: Al-One]

I've seen it before and I'm seeing it again

They see MCing as a trend, but MC is what I am, if ya'

Seen me before you know it, you see me again

That I bleed through my pen, I showed there's MC you see I live

Pay-check funny, but it makes sand, done it

Cause I may spend money but don't own damn nothing

This is a creative control

Actually we only naturally

Creative control