Verse 1 [DLYAN]:

DLYAN seasons

In full swing

So rhyme or reason

For it to sting

I bring it correct as C on a test

Peep watch you see you hearing the best

Vision vodka proof, I’m ever clear as the weather for the Lear as I whip it like a lex

I like my sex lucid

They trace peering on my test

And faux pro go at me imma lose it

We need more prey to feed the indomininous rex now do's it

I collect checks, bury em with credit default swaps

If another pussy says “DLYAN you’re next”

I’mma tie him to the linеs on the tracks

In need of medics and gauze, you bot

You’rе stylistically underdeveloped

How you gonna tell me ya hot

When ya system overload

To some of my elementary songs

And don’t get it crooked

I chief dutchies backies games no bongs no papers

I don’t get it wrong, we makers

They fakers we strong

They attempted takers

We accepted longs

Some mic king kings

See the light we brings

From the bites we stings

But looking at the fingers

We been accumulating rings

Who’da know the hits we brings

Like berkman up to bat against a pitcher who can slings