[Verse 1: Karniege]

Hickory Dickory Dock, what I spit out be hot

Get buried with rocks trying to mess with my moms

Or my sister and the missus, they be handling sharp

Objects. I’ll be honest: it’d be better to run like

P. Diddy through streets gritty or suburbian

Move in a hurry, and, toys, we be herbing them

Many people scurrying, little characters scrambling

Ghost if it’s mannequin, get backed up in ambulance

Son needs funds ‘cause tour dates they’re cancelling

Quit lip-babbling and not business-handling

Mighty Joseph got heat, others got weak. Bruh, other than that

We got hands and feet techniques that

Draw fans to us, trying to touch our wears, pushing

Their girls to talk to us like, “Go, go, go over there.” (“OK!”)

“Hug his body and get the autograph.” By

The time he tried to holler, me and shorty just flashed

[Hook: Karniege]

It’s like

Stay in the mix like a Kool-Aid drink

Spilling out hot any time the ink

Touch the pad then float off paper

Cut through speakers with so much flavor

[Verse 2: Vast Aire]

Yo, I had

To tighten up my game ‘cause CEOs is lame

(Yeah, yeah) Couldn’t be straight-up? That’s a shame

Hah. Mighty Joseph (Mighty Joseph), here’s a close-up

(Here’s a close-up) with a telegram from the Son of Sam

I came up without the upper hand. There

Was no window to throw piss from the pan, so

We smoke indo, counting cake in our hands

You fucking up the dice game, taking a chance

I’ll show you my dice game swinging my lance

You’re still standing there, pissing your pants

I’m that same OG with the dip in my stance

Aiki’, jiu-jitsu, you don’t want to dance (You don’t want)

(To dance) with the Devil (Hah!). I’m like Seagal

(Oh!) But I’m harder to kill—it’s just part of the

Skill (Haha), and you ain’t even half as ill

I’m a livewire, metamorph into fire

[Hook: Karniege]

It’s like

Stay in the mix like a Kool-Aid drink

Spilling out hot any time the ink

Touch the pad then float off paper

Cut through speakers with so much flavor

[Verse 3: billy woods]

Flex with lines and blow out your loafers

‘Cause I gotta get mine like Angolan poachers. Wild pigs

Stay reaching for holsters, but ours

Was closer, so now I got a hot pocket from the toaster

Plus headlining on all wanted posters

Who needs promoters? I might end up behind bars

Hopefully the type with coasters. I know I’m not

Supposed ta like a Wahhabi reading the

Torah. Nine spliffs like Hanukah gifts—pass the

Menorah. Nigga, look at your lawyer

That cheap suit means you’re going in, duke. Might as well

Come to court in Timberland boots, smelling like Tropical

Fantasy and Absolut, argue ‘til the point’s moot

Cargo sagging, flagging - that's Efil4zaggin (literally)

Treat the hood like Level 4 of Double

Dragon, cock her legs back in a wood-paneled station

Wagon, leave it to beaver

I do dirt like a preacher—pleased to meet ya

That’s Vast with the meat cleaver just to garnish

A raw Karniege, got emcees drinking varnish

And all they can say is, “Gosh darn it

Look what these broke-ass negroes started”