[Verse 1: Anarky]

Check

Yeah I rap with a razor keep it under my tongue

I took your salary for me and I just double the sum

It's a storm coming soon but they holding me back

Nimbus cloud: darkest hour, see how they react

For pete's sake, dude stop asking bout' a release date

I need space, please wait cause I can't think straight

These sad dudes be rapping shit that they ain't write

Waiting for a text with the lyrics, record the same night

Ya'll too extra like some packs of some gum

"Lil Dudes" trash for fun and I'm just laughing at them

Cause when the trafficking run, I leave em' jay-walking

Cause I'm gon' have to rock-a-fella if he stay talking

All these other rappers heard my song and said what is this shit

Until they started flow biting like it was licorice

What about me, though I'll have you done, finito

You can't compete with a mortal and I'm Sub Zero

[Hook: Anarky]

50 for a verse that's some bullshit, bullshit

Movie scene unloading with a full clip, full clip

They don't want the dark like the pool stick, pool stick

Don't get mad at me bitch I do this, do this

50 for a verse that's some bullshit, bullshit

Movie scene unloading with a full clip, full clip

They don't want the darks in like the pool stick, pool stick

Don't get mad at me bitch I do this, do this

[Verse 2: Beaust]

Yeah, my haters are petty, ya'll jealous cause my bars are heavy

I blow this shit up like bouncing betty

At your house like a bomb

Riding into town: choppers, like this was Vietnam:

Steady precision

Up to drama

Invention of the flying honda

Future like futurama

My bars like a rocket ship taking you to space

Ain't afraid to beat his ass like the Mase

But if it ain't worth nothing get the fuck up out my face

I'll have him on his knees begging for grace

Now he crying cause I tied him up

Like a fucking shoelace

You gotta have the leverage

Not just lift weights

My bars got the strength to push you through Heaven's gates

It's the return of the madness

In the time of the death

Got more punchlines than clothes lining a kid

Now they raised up level like signing a bid

They paid up several: a consignment fee

I walked up in this place, the words shouted at me:

[HOOK 2x]

[Verse 3: CBeast]

Oh

I'm a motherfucking boss with the microphone

Make you lose a chromosome

Then again you dudes are just a bunch of homophones

Homophobic, acetone

With a large growth alone that makes you say:

God damn that mothafuckin boy is cold

I'm a G.O.A.T., you niggas are a bunch of sheep

Hit em' with the flow make a boy wanna rest in peace

Let alone ya bitches throw more [?]

Crack ya collarbone and mothafucking anklebone

It's a motherfucking well known fact that I'm well known

My rhymes is so hard call it fucking rhinestone

God damn lil boy, you monotoned

I'm a fucking ozone layer

Make a prayer that you meet your maker

Before you catch this paper

[Verse 4: Wodiene]

I'm Captain price in the midnight

Hunting with a sniper cause you know I'm about that life

I assassinate ya whole infantry: very differently

Coming harder than epiphany

Rhymes are symmetry

Writing shit religiously

Creativity

Going past my capability

Syllables

Minutely

We spitting violently

Deliberately

Hang with me, hit a stain with me

Ruthlessly, the gang with me

We consume the rap industry

And do it differently, just like we're Cherokee

I'll have you shook like a war vet having flashbacks

They say I spit fire so I started eating tic tacs

I'm the virus that enters the body quickly

Killing off your system acquire immunodeficiency

Yep