[DEPTH STRIDA]

I just wanna say that ya clique ain't safe

It is mercenaries fuck outta way

Let the rifle bang

Talking thermal slang

Bitch we on another level we dont shake no hands

We pull up in mad trucks

Bitch you got bad luck

Kaiser on the passanger hes scouting for some snipers

We crouchin thru high grass

Sneak up on yo ass

Prey for a backstab

Your cash now my cash

[Papa Sleep]

Machete through the jungle nothing subtle

Rip your lips off like some silver back gorillas

Sliver of a tigers soul I'm going crazy

Never mind the hunters really just be tripping

I admit it

One man army on a mission

Envision

All your shots they be fucking missing

Missing link to all your music

Crush your movement with big ass hands

Big ass bands in the trunk of the jeep

All these snakes they just slither and creep

Strida run through the temple

Keep a heavy metal just in case the jungle turn on me