Verse 1 [DLYAN]:

I told y'all niggas now ya getting the bite

How you gonna see when I snatch away the light?!

Back away that's right, get smacked back to night

Black, fight it, bite it, get the fuck away boutta ignite it

Smack ya with the dope lines inject it quic-

-clean

I set ya head right, river flowing dopamine

I broke the scene, I stimulate

Awoke the dream, disintegrate

Reality dissolves, I shatter it like dinner plates

The winner an emcee, just to make thе suffering slow

Then sprint to kill him with the final fifty blows

Shattеr the face, cracking the skull

Relief is seldom seen when I'm smashing this bull

Waving red flags, then stab him with the dull

Dagger, ceasing their blabber

Unload with the fullflows, my energy it matters

So I channel it and null shows, control, control

I'm dying in this hole, waters coming crashing

I'm rolling, writhing, thrashing, fully freaking spazzing

My eyes grow black as coal, I'm rocking cracking ain't stopping

Laughing, I'm hammering this hole

This toll, they stammer and they fold

They tam'er and they old, I blister and ache

Touch the beat and it breaks, into pieces

I don't stop ever, I shake it till it screams

Jesus, save me

Depravity, I dive into it's dreams

Disillusionment it stings

It mobilizes gold

Immobilizes gold, I kill the crown of kings

I never fucking fold

This pussy wants me to kill myself

This vampire wants to drain my health

This cocksucker wants me for my pelt, I belt it

The beat's sweltering, it stings

The sound of success rings

As i'm confined to this box of nothing

I've tried loving, never received it from my peers

Only next step is to free me in the Lears

And mansions, tensions steering

My face is Marilyn Mansoning

My dreams are dying of cancering

I'm calling God he's not answering

"Yo wassup?"

I need love, I need luck

I hate it when I'm stuck, I hate it when it says duck

You bring it in infernal flames

The jungle burning and it still rains

I'm constantly grinding so wheres the gains

I've sustained through the pain

I've maintained in my lanes

I've persisted through the strains

I've ripped off all the reigns

I've tamed the beast, I've stained it's mane

The color's crimson, ripped off the mask of Bane

Did it so flippant, the suffering was feigned

It's as gold as the written

This gold never bends but the Benz is gold

And the ice in my wrist man it's twice as cold

As snow in the night, Greenland I know is white

They froze at the sight of me

I'm either basilisk or scratched CD, like Centipede

These weak MCs couldn't win a mic Tyson fight

So they tried to bite

Me too, believe me I know

They move so quick to prove, meaning what they got to show

Zilch, zero, none

-I'm starving I'm drinking

Treading water in this sea of sand in which I am sinking

Sittin' on Sinai sucking on a cigarette, I'm thinking

Staring at the sun without even blinking

Staring up at Apollo, think I saw God winking

How can I capture this feeling I cannot control!?!

There must be green beneath its surface

Like the light has took its toll

I know it's pulling me, I'm rising

This is Major TOM to Space control

I can feel it heightening its hold

All we needed was the gold

But yes, its pull is coming down

And I can feel it in the clouds

The electricity's so loud

I roll my heads but the sounds are playing tricks

All the clocks talk with their ticks

And even if I fix it, it'll still be off twice a day

All my bread is liquid

And the way that I been living ain't okay

Smashing glass tabletops I drops it, snatch

The cash from mother's purse

I dash out taking Xans

Flats, addy, the mans is all connected

Molly, white, it hard the plans

I stand on Brompton crushing the brews

As the alcohol and Vivitrol fuse

I kept all the bad, but the good feeling I lose

I choose it, so I don't lose it

Getting in a groove that sees me waking up at 10 or 2

Mickeys cause I'm blue

Micheladas or a 40 or two

Still shorty I'll do you, not me a violent dude

But intoxicated pushing two tons of metal your crew

Will get flattened by this BMW

Whips hollow, not even me is pushing it through 290

Too busy polishing IPAs that taste shitty

Blind light I might, bright, streetlights

Bidi ripping, psilocybin tripping

Xanax lifting, blaming things

Missing dings and pushing rings around my eyes

Shifting, stings to see me

The police and me

Give in to the incessant threatening and looting

Look like I'm grooving

But I'm moving on the inside like the oceans

Swelling, pushing inside my warm heart

Take the lines, I don't like it and I burn art

I turn charts upside down literally

To sell myself short

I can't be honest no more or I'll want to cut the cord