[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

[Verse 1: BLINDSIGHT]

Done bein' the nice guy

Takin' advantage of my

Kindness and ride, like how the fuck could you-

-Lie to my face?

You're the (?)

Say goodbye, no more ties

Take your kite and fly

And get these frightful off my tail

Warned, these rats arrive with my bail

Fact, gonna snap, MacGyver my cell

Swing on your ass, yeah I'm prolly goin' back to jail

No cap with the big bag

Or (?) pullin' tricks from your (?)

Got nothin' but shit droppin' out your mouth

Like a flim-flam fountain of bowels

Stickin' this foul, we ain't with that chit-chat

Sit back, you get clapped

Fuckin' around, you ain't bad, you're a trap

I just blew the whistle, put the Wiffle to the bat

I can the devil if I wish it on command

Back to the henchmen

Stackin' the sentence

My passion attackin' these tracks with a vengeance

Buildin' attention, it's taxing to friendships

This is the end of a rap intervention

I'm done!

I'm fuckin' done

(Come on man let's go, let's get out of here)

Wait a minute

(What?)

No, I'm not (Go!)

Over and out (?)

The secret is opened, the mission is forwarded

Already sick and destroy all opponents

I roasted 'em

Tellin' 'em all that I send my condolences

Hopin' to right out the wrong

Hope you confide in this song

Hope that you all get invited along

I've opened the show, but Crypt is gonna keep tagging toes

[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

[Verse 2: Crypt]

Everybody get back

You ain't even on my level

Put you in a kennel if you keep on barking

All of ya'll big bad, dealin' with the heckles

Turn this man into a devil, now I spit it from the darkness

Put you into a coffin, if you been cautious

Some are gods, you an awful novice, I'm a (?)

I promise to polish off the poppers profits

I'm poppin', I'll pop the top like I'm a dontist

Everybody wanna talk big to this big man that's up in they face

Typin' that they wanna fight

I'll invite 'em in just to put 'em in their place

Stay frightened, I know I'm the Tyson of writing

Except when I fight I'm not biting a thing

They go into hiding, and if I find 'em

All the crimes is gon' be left inside my brain

When I pick up the pen I begin to make a definitive enemy

Scribblin' venom cause' the devil's gotten into me

No clemency when I'm rippin' the beat

I'll cut your head as I'm choppin'

And use I'll it as an elegant centerpiece

For the hell of it, I'm blowin' your mind like it was a Kennedy

I have a tendency to be graphic with all the similies

And best believe I'm better than rest of these other MC's

On the scene, and I put that on my momma, word to Momma C

Momma C, you birthed an anomaly

Once in a lifetime, greatness like Ali

Pop heads, don't pop no Molly

Carrying the rap game like I'm a (?)

No llama, if drama

Come my way, get fucked, no condom

But first trauma, the cause of death

I got a line of haters so who's to die next

[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

[Verse 3: KING BLITZ]

Yuh, yuh, sheesh, yuh

If you didn't know

To get up on this level you need cheat codes (Facts)

I flow harder then Shaq when shootin' free throws (haha)

Yeah mane, this ain't a game nigga

Say they want smoke, where the grill at?

Shred this shit amazing

You can get cooked on bacon

Leavin' 'em shock, no taser

Know I'm a different kind of fellow

Do it mellow, no I gotta keep it thorough

When I'm writin' on these pages

We've been to kickin' 'em like stages

Takin' they (?) like raisins

Predictin' the future, but no raven

(?) I'm killin' 'em all

(?) motherfuckers til' they can't, but it's cool though

Nigga I'm king, but I'm Kudo

Sick, but I don't want soup though

Mad cause' I'm up, that's a new low

Again who are you though? Nigga who knows

Homie you dos, I'm uno

On my way, up, up, up, gimme space like Bruno Mars

Party like a rockstar, let's do it

I don't even try to understand it, I'm just givin' what I'm handed

Mastermind and get ruined

Whippin' and grippin' the way I'm doin' this shit

I got you thinkin' a bit like whatchu' doin'?

And (?) on the man

Then the (?) in the (?)

You a fan, you stupid!

[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round

Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound

Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round

Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down