[Verse: Connor Jones]

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[Bridge: Connor Jones]

People are falling in line

Like four at a time

Walking the line

The line...

[Verse: Braidz]

In the land of the dividends damn all these business men

Always into war like their captains are minute men

I'm back on a mission kid to shrapnel civillians

When I blast back and they don't act like they're listening

Amateur hacks, I be crack's and they're kiddy script

Watch me hook lines like my raps on some fishing shit

Make the track slap like my sack when I'm hitting it

So bitch give me brain like she matched with a living dead

People be talking I hear all the bickering

Like he's been too dormant he's gotta be wishing kid

I'm back and I'm hungry I've been on some Snickers shit

I'mma make the crowd hype like it's me off my Ritalin

But shit I be calm from chopping these mixes

'Nuff green in my blood to see poverty ended

I came a long way from knocking down fences

Now we taking down your shit like it's copyright infringement

Rocked with my equipment got inspired to flip shit

Was gonna write some diss shit to drop like commitments

Locked in by the listeners they're calling me a million

In that hot seat made of fire where the king sits!

On another plane in a lobby with spirits

They call me PC I be toppling the system

Can't see me on the beat I'm John Cena with the rhythm

Sharp tongue so I think I've gotta pop into the Dentist

'Cause it's messing up my teeth when I gobble ya for breakfast

You can copy on the Census but you're not in our Division

We Timeless...