Verse 1:

Wit snares and kicks and glares and grit

We dare to fix the errors and shit that tears and rips

Our aves and streets, the savage beast they ravage heat

We have to teach our average peps

Pardon me like an amnesty cus I can't see the fantasy

When man lust greed, the plan must be to be the rottenest

I plant my seed like a botanist, I show you where the problem is

Beneath the surface you been purchasеd like Louisiana

The lead commandеr got you searching for a freer landa

Besides the greed and glimmer of what you seen, right

My keen sight signals me to go like green light

And use the knowledge I possess like and exorcism

Extra rhythm set to hit em wit the best of wisdom

This ain't a exhibition, this is the next tradition

My definition etch and stitched from my expedition