[Verse 1: HYDRA]

Yeah it’s the trio sucka

Comin out on top once again

With some knowledge

So light the chronic

Behold the mission

Don’t miss it

This is the age of new tradition

Just Listen

Well its the 2019

And still ain’t nothin changed

This world is headed towards destruction

Nobody can save us

A war between U S and China debates at the border

Why can’t we get along

Let’s smoke a blunt about it

Dropping bombs its not gon’ solve your problem homie the debt is just too severe

What’s the point of fightin when no one wins

A billion bodies in the dirt and they love it

I’m sick and tired of watching people die for servin their country

The mic is my weapon

And I’m gon’ use it right

If you check me

I refuse to sit back with my thumb up my ass like a peasant

You try to keep us suppressed

They try to censor the truth

So screw ya mane I’m here to stay

You’ll never stop what I do

I thought you knew

We’ve all been gettin it wrong

Your life might end today

I bet you thought it all was fine

But hell you’re bound to wake up and smell the piss you’ve created

Damn what happened to music?

Everybody sounds the same

And It ain’t amusing

The future seems a bit troubled

I relate to little nowadays

It’s amazing the way it works to become rich and famous

There ain't no need for a major no talent required

The media controls and paves the road like a microchip

I think I’m awake now

This simulations got me twisted

I payed the price but still I’m caught within sticky situation

Playin tricks upon my mind

The cynical sickness waits off in the shade until the line comes in touch with the matrix

[Verse 2: BAKER]

Hell I can barely recall what occurred last night

I put my fist through a wall all because it felt right

Mister anger issues guess I got a screw loose

What the hell am I supposed to do

I struggle to find the clue

Step back I’m so impatient

My minds constantly racing

The Touch of all this stress

The days get more aggravating

When they cut the lights off and the foods running low

Hear your stomach start to rumble

It’s a pain you hate to know

Lost motivation just complications with myself

Second guessing can’t learn my lesson

I think I need some help

You got answer huh young partner we’ll come on and spread the wealth

Why you worried bout your health when death is close to being felt

From an early age one foot was standing in the grave

Life has already been played

Dropped and took another way

I hope it pays off I know I gotta make it work and with my brothers right behind me

We gonna make it well worth

Hard work doin time Long nights on the grind

Smoking just to keep the sanity We try to relax the mind

From all this mundane monotonous

Trash that floods the populous

Knowledge is the opposite

This world is just a crock of shit

Foul tactics feel the passion I deliver

Never giving up the fight bout to show you how we feelin

It’s the 3 with a vision bringing in that new tradition

Head strong on a mission aiming straight for your dimension