Are you ready?

Lately I've been splittin' with precision of a surgeon

With the wisdom and the wordin' if you listen it's concernin

How the viciousness is burnin' through your ignorant perception

Got academy prescription, and some ecstasy with resin

You better be deceptive if you wish to stop this shit

Cause my squad's to-do list is a bitchy cops wishlist

Long haired white kid I think Iggy Pop spit this

I don't even gotta make sense, look how sick this nonsense is

People don't even ask where the content is

So why try if I can make a living off jibberish

Lately I've been steakin' on and breakin' into vacant homes

Cypher in an alley streets buyin beats and takin loans

Make it known, nastier than shearin skin and breakin' bones

The crazy and evasive flow no kid can top this shit

And if shit gets sour then I click the sixth hour

Cause my clique bout as lucky as 6 to the 5th power

I spit short and keep it holy ripped trousers

You're playin with those weak ass bars the twin towers

I should rhyme for good times like Ben Powers

And mix match assortments of freshly picked flowers

Bitch louder while I get a whiff of the roses

You know we live for the moment so explicitly chosen so

Fuck the liars and the dead beat cheaters

Cus they did this city dirty as a lead street sweeper

And my collective ain't a squad you should fuck wit

They be ain't the best and your an obvious fuckwit

Enough yet I could kill with pad and a pen blowing green

Like a wave a resilient flag in the wind

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