[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Chrome cream, triple beam, home team

Rap the tools of the trade, rocking jewels in the shade

Bathe in the hate, then I rinse in the rapture

Precise, living trife, no prints for the capture

Been there done that, cocaine gum rap

Your shine got dead that you won't get the sun back

Uh, while y'all self destruct

I eat good, maintain health, then fuck

No new friends, but had to dead a couple old ones

Same routine, chain gleam, my niggas hold guns

Building for the better while we bagging up the butter

See me on the TV, but I'm rapping for the gutter

I sit back and contemplate life as I live it

Fall back nigga, keep the phone slang cryptic

Speaking in codes like we speaking in tongues

Cause when it's on, my niggas speaking with guns

Motherfucker

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

Mob at the squad, shirts off, hard in the yard

Come live, leave scarred in the coroner's car

Look at his face, clowns get put in their place

Boy hot, like the stove top cooking an eighth

Nothing to me, trust me they loving the G

Bad bitch wanna turn up, get fucked in the V

And tossed to the curb. Watch who you're talking to, herb

No dice, get your head cracked off of some words

Think its a game, show that we ain't thinking the same

Don't make a lot of friends, in a blink, shit change

Coming for ours, squad too hungry to starve

How we swarm to the honey, when there's money involved

[Verse 3: Rast RFC]

Uhh, uhh

My flows are a breath of fresh air to a meth head on his deathbed

With gangrene in his arm and it just spread

Into his main vein in his brain

You never seen this level of pure dope since it killed River Phoenix

Or Janis Joplin, yo it's hot son

Lets do a drive-by in my pop's car with my mom's gun

Hop in a Datsun, pop a couple Oxycontin

And take away their oxygen with a shotgun

Rest in peace to Eric Garner

These racist cops killing blacks like COs in Dannemara

Make me wanna blast a revolver

And I ain't talking about no Beatles album, no genre

A martyr, a suicide bomber

A bulletproof armor that'll die for my honor

And we don't give a fuck about the law or Your Honor

Pull his whole whip back and kidnap his daughter

What?

[Verse 4: Esoteric]

You had one job; spit extraordinary lines

Instead, you came with extra-ordinary rhymes

Yo, 7L, tell me where the gat at

Nah, scratch that, I'mma take the AT-AT

Megasaurus, take a tourist by his dad hat

ES in the trenches like a lab rat

Listen, I'm a lion roaring, you're a dog yelping

I am Matt Murdock, you're a Foggy Nelson

I’m John Romita’s Jon Bernthal

Punisher, you're a penis in a urinal

Statue of Liberty dunk leaves your mans buried

I jump over Trump-voters like Stansberry

Win the title and bounce, David Thirdkill

Ill punchline, I'm working on the verse still

Slow it down, cause we know you're real fake

It's like when you hit the brakes and the steering wheel shakes