[ Papa Sleep ]

Reboot the systems restart the program

Dead on sight back to life I couldn't wait for this moment

1 to the 0

Screen looking red on the run from the bureau

Dreaming of mushroom clouds in the basement

No one to tattle everything look like a wasteland

Everyone died and I'm sick of complaining

We had a cold war where you be staying

Missiles pointed at the crib and I ain't really with it target in my eyes I be getting sick from radiation might have lost my mind boutta destroy everything I see now

Pinpoint

Where you live

You a big boy now you'll always walk with no limbs

[ Nogoodnik ]

Back in this bitch, no intro needed, war in the cold, so we bringin heaters

The alphas out raising the defcons, cookin this mean shit packin the teflon

Dons, openin doors for us, stop, you dont want a war wit us

Nah, this for your survival if dos want the title you know we go primal

Our rivals always been in past tense, you won't get the same shit from back then

Just copped some bags outta Saks fifth, free if you go and toe tag shit

No tech

Still go chro magnon with the weaponry

Bells up in the high tower from the top rung we gon let it ring

[ VENTING PALACE ]

All you bitches executables

Load my code, destruction's beautiful

Cables seeping through my cuticles

Dos bust in your cubicle

Painting your skeleton red and black

As you sit rotten in front of your pc screen

Cutting the rope, I might cut him some slack

His girl cry off her makeup on pov

We back baby

Tear at the seams of your reality

Dead on sight the only power that be

Bowing down to the singularity

My vision in binary

You thinking it's dormant

But I'm telling you that these numbers can see

They taking you hostage for some dopamine

Stay a little longer and they'll wipe you clean

[ LVST ]

Dos

Make you set a mess

I mean no offense

But your music tends

To be kinda shit

The beats that u picky

Be sounding like dicky

Please stop all the ripping

Talk yo shit

You melovalant prick

Just know I could be lurking in the bushes with a stick

Feel like it is bo when I hit you with the flick

Bitch I know u is the type to like to say you gettin lit

Thats sick

Im sick

Of shit

Like this

Please stop

You bitch

U sound

Like shit

Man u ain't worthy of spit

When u see egirls u fantisize drinking there piss

U is so cringey I thought that your music ironic

Our clips like the plague man the scale is bubonic

Chambered a round ran around like hes sonic

I got Glock with a stock fuck a rocket