VERSE ONE (EPPSILON):

I've seen this all before, I know the routine:

Fixate with the focal point, assume these new dreams

Scorch the spoon's gleam, draw the tourniquet & shoot beams

Illusory schemes, pollute the stream

Opiate of the masses! Behold the new God to abuse fiends

Leave you bruised, got you wishing you clean

Eyes glued to the screen, before you're met with the blue screen of death

Consume the crude scenes, chewing through your news feed

Spam you with the Mystery meat drenched in poutine

Hooked on the click bait: nutritious food to ween!

Keep your teeth fused to the teat beneath the belly of the beast

Or be reduced to a feast, She eats her young if they commit crimes

To loose leaf or refuse to repeat the newspeak

Mesmerized by infomercials & steak knives I do need

So I can watch the blue bleed, they mine data & exhume cream

Get crucified for true greed, you know the routine

VERSE TWO (JERIM):

Seeing beyond red, severely misled

If ya think these rappers ain't working for the feds

Helping putting heads on prison beds

Copping pleas like days of Antoinette

Heck we still here and we choppin' necks

Stocks plummet, stock brokers corpses piled up to the summit

Summary of a fantasy and what of it

I be putting in work in this dirt bed, 'til I'm beyond dead

Kill the rats, keep the worms fed!

Fucked up thoughts, I get the worst rest

To my enemies known as the worst yet

Life's a gamble, fucking with us made the worst bet

Cos what we is they ain't got a word yet

Ergot you bitch, witch or a bad trip

A reminder you ain't shit

You run off scripts, we run off scripts

Ruger pealing off the lids, fund how we live

Off the grid, oh how it gives, what we do and damn did

Most oblivious to the significance of they insignificance

A lot of yawl stopped breathing could really make the difference

Tryptamine take off to the chaos in all its magnificence

Got so much gas RussiAmerica will invade in a matter of minutes

Know no limits, this subversive gonzo life ain't a gimmick

Fuck your image and who listens

Still stone cold, StoneCuttaz fucking up your vision