[Verse 1: Defcee]

All these statistics they’re using to prove they’re superrappin

And they aren’t qualified enough to ask me soup or salad

Stereotypical Jew–I’ll take their due and tax it

Heavy as the scent of jasmine blowin through Damascus

Been senpai since high school, so what they’ve written

Is just a prism I’m bending light through

Posted at the end of time, watchin the signs move

IQ measured by hieroglyphics inside tombs

The legend foretold by opium visions

And Möbius strips of lyrics that I’ve honed to precision

Turn a goat to Kronos gyro meat hope bro tears don’t leak

'Cuz we’ve broken sharper front lines into widows peaks

This ain’t deja vu It’s another ass whooping

Any crash I may have has a cash cushion

When they’re ego tripping, it’s a bad booking

They ain’t better that’s just the scent of their glass cookin

[Verse 2: SolarFive]

I got a habit that I managed to convert into a living so I practice voodoo magic I'mma pass it to my children

If you ask him who the baddest show nuff, my style is different Now Imagine all the baggies I done left up in this building

Suit up 15 with an ace in a hole get you seven

That's the guy but your faith is enclosed

Niggas lay still can't find a place in the fall

Father power that it's on the nigga [??] to a hall

I Ain't got the Glock peeking stuck to the pot clean it

Rushed to the dock bleed it

Love and will not leave it pump 'em

Not breathing as levels we not even metal the mouth breathers That proper more niggas six feet the social distancing

You haven't overcoming if it's triggering

No trial no witnesses told tag

That's their way down to the ligaments It's the getting

It's the ghost whispering

[Verse 3: greenSLLIME]

The beat float like a house on a boat I throw what broke a or weld to catch a throat choking on blood

Slumped over smoking a slug

You're holding the grudge, but every time the spoker was loved

That's why I'm confused can't explain why you do what you do

I work at Jiffy Lou bitch I'm a fool with the tool

I set the car on fire B but you want it to crispy like a four-piece From Popeye's Biscuit on the side sweet tea rice and beans

That are hot fries You can tell that I'm hungry if I don't eat then Shit get ugly like Vinnie Paz crying to Kid Cudi box like the kid Cuddy why season 3 we bay with the big snubby?

Your baby mama hate me, but you can't love me I put your PlayStation on eBay told a little nigga

You won't play a game get the gym run me