[Produced by pyroh]

[Verse 1: BHunts]

Mind races, gadgets

Several canvases of verbal splatter

On mad beat, Capisce?

Got game where's it at, I got reasons to

Diminish your name, mane

Better off changing your domain name to faggot

With ten posters of Lil' Wayne

Gems in a bowl, it's a bet

Set your right life down in a symbolic wooden

Major, the left for the ones who didn't make it

Enjoy but pay your dues

Treating it whole, like dessert leads to regrets

Like bad tattoos, were through

We'a rise, stayin' afloat

Altitude 1370 meters, capital Kathmandu

The view

Shit, make the call, I'm getting less productive

Than Tatro on Adderall

You follow, hard to swallow

Like a sterilized piano piece

I ain't need no major to produce for me

I ain't need to know nobody like No. ID

Joe Meek, not even Premo

Quiny Jones couldn't stop the flow

Don't stop it short, Polio

In the late 80s, ladies trying to do picnic

Don't get LOST, Libby

Do I got to spell it out? Colliding when it's the

O.P.P, O.S.I.T and an S after the E

This is sick like allergies

With the food it's nuts

Like keeping cash in your shoes

Classrooms and cash rules