[Verse 1: Cool Calm Pete]

Man I smuggled that brown through the exit embezzlement dope shit

Acidic if the jester blow the dust off the loop

You’re ain’t feeling me but that’s the joint

Blunt skills made the sharpening snort the spit-up

Reverb the chemically dependent rhyme scene

Deal the hook like crack keeping ya running back

Like 34 bass heads in a line staring at medusa

Hey sweetness who would’ve guessed that you would’ve been an another underground hit

E-X-C-E-L-L-E and D the way you execute

Chronicle all the shit

Cause you might not remember a thing

Who spiked the looking glass ?

Static maybe even ecstasy

Its when/why ya can’t get enough of me

Bass drums to bass heads to freebase to addicts and thanks to acrobatics

What a damn that you couldn't flip the script

Just some hippy shit hooked ? dutch ?

? hatch another rhyme scheme

Well ain’t that special

K-U-N-G F-U gripped on the M-I

See me on the radio after a hallucination backlash

This all tongue in cheek

I’m dope

Every day of the week

[Verse 2: Jaymanila]

There’s no chance for interfering unless you’re fiending a talk smack

Track marks all down the ? the needle with the ?

No harm to the public just me and my works

Trying to cook up a dope dosage if I don’t get my ? hurt

Searching for loving bars a nomadic addict ?

Joan of Arch is dead so where the hell is my heroin

Better in my course on a big white horse

On some kiss my boo-boo no boo-hoo a sure ? lost in a gateway drug

Wants to ? speech leaked and stammers

When whether ? for answers

Cancerous the stumble dance the crooked line before us

Fell in love with our response their intentions became porous

Hate to see a person crumble

Especially when technically I find their shattered corpse along the road I stumble

Mumble that’s not me won’t succumb to another man’s pitfalls

As I re-up on my yes y’alls the walls are closing in

And the new soldier of tough fortune is strung out ?

I won’t survive the detox from this point I’m giving in

No more commercialized methods of methadone

To help my soul condone twelve steps to a schmuck with a better home

Records cut with too much speed for greed alone

Alone

In this world the comatose my overdose ain’t defeat cause I’m dope every day of the week