[Verse: Braidz]

(Grr) I feel Alive up in this bitch

Feeling like a G like old time fivers in the tin

Loud goat steeze - There ain't no silencing the kid

Soccer players in O.T - Let's dive into some shit

Came up into this with open arms like a shooting range

My peers said 'fuck him' they go for brah like the boobies hang

The locusts passed and I overcome all these phony hopeless asses

Now I'm approaching cars as a loaded car-go moving train

The scene's nodding off, yeah they're sleeping on me

I'll keep rocking on 'til I achieve what's perceived in my dreams

Where I make opposition jump like playoffs in Beach Volleyball

Ain't got a target market - Spray shots that reach all of ya'll

But this'll make 'em wake up, Got em slipping off the plate fast

Said I was a headache - Twisted on the Braidz hard

Living in a feint past, Crippin' 'til they break Blood

Everyone's a vegetable when the beef's at stake, huh?

[Verse: Braidz]

And I'm in love with this street shit

You will never find Braidz at an Indie party with Vegans

But I've got punches to eat kids

If the waitress made Seth brekky in the Arvo' sure she'll cook me lunch in the evening

That's Tuka to feed me 'cause im fundamental

I wanna go to hell - Just to punch the devil

And when I reach the top best believe i'll bring some friends along

I'm there to push the bar and dude's are spotting by the bench I'm on

I'd split your frame in two 'cause I'm too big for your picture

It's a body sized bag I'm in - that spliff for your mixture

And I see everyone but crew as Tobacco rappers...

So I'll smoke you if you flip your wig until you've got your hat on backwards

Sick of all these battle rappers claiming they're dope

If they tried to grab my mic off me they'd take it and choke

Your performance is lacking, sound bored when you're rapping

Delivery so bad we don't know when the chorus has happened

So don't come at me, I bury opposition

I'll Snap Back - You'll wake in wards in Walls Of Jericho position

I am The Force, Ya'll are Carrie with the Fishes

I am the God who fucked the Mary into Christmas

[Verse: Braidz]

Used to act like I was living on the edge of the Earth

Went from peddling herb, To messing with words

If I kept that up I'd have ended dead in a hearse

I'd have my eyes to the streets - 'Cause my heads in the dirt

But, Everything turned found the pen and I'm past dreaming

Like the Germans in the Fall - Get ready for Bar Season

I'mma get so far that my enemies can't see me

I've been readying to blow like terrorists arm's meetings...

Sometimes sometin's gotta go like you walked into a Can Display

Now I'm dropping heat on wax - You can call it candle flames

Until the day the crowd stamps and raves 'til their ankles break

And chanting Braidz on every Saturday, I AM BACK TO STAY!

Got a hand grenade and I'm pulling the pin

On these self proclaimed vets who sound new to this shit

You know the types I'm talking 'bout with no crew in their clips

They try to jump the scene without a movie of script

Call me Cooler the King - I'm the last of my line

Travelling through space I'll kill these bastards in time

I'm cars with the lines and my parking is fine

First that vehicle was beat now it's starting to shine

I'm far from my prime but feeling close to my pinnacle

From a homeless and pitiful slow individual

To dudes rate me 7 to 9 like the homie is Middle School

Now I just gotta focus and I know that I'll hit it soon...