[Intro (speaking)]

I don’t even know anything about rap. How can I express my disdain for the decline of rap when I don't even know how it's dying?

[Verse 1: P.O.S]

Doomtree fuckers

Cecil Otter on the beat

Yeah, we push the borders for quarters order catastrophe

Order we shot for the sons and daughter of anguished apathy

Who barely practice but smash in the back with a backbeat

Never hold back see if I could show that and the whole track is stacked against me (Against Me!)

Exactly (Reinvent that Axl Rose)

Alright got a pine for the good kids drink in the sink everything that flows now

And I’m on my toes now

Ever since this crew got a bit heated we lit that match and we burning the fire grows now

And I think that shows how hard

(We can see how hard)

The hard nail we wanted just a little piece of the comet

Saw it promise born it we come it don’t know to stomach the plumet

When it comes (when it comes) tell that we want it til it’s done

[Verse 2: Sims]

I weave a message in the pictures that I spit I leave 'em etched in

They leave a mess with the pen unless they only sketch around

So sittin' nervous when the rent come they sweatin' fold they checkin'

We sittin' certain work with the hand we got we double down

That’s how we live it put the chips in the futurist conviction

If you would kick it to the movement stupid you’re bound to drown

I throw my hands up in the static manic to cause some friction

Who’s back with a battered palate callous 'cause he cracks the sound (lifestyle here)

From the middle of the continent

Get 'em 'cause it's getting what you fit in so

I get my piece plus plus a puzzle pigeon hole

I be the chisel chipping up the brittle bone

[Hook: Cecil Otter]

I wanna be paid M.C. Berserker

Banshee, trying to eat, just living

[Verse 3: Dessa]

Running on pills and gasoline

Writing all bills in magazines

Past fashion fast passion never really did mean that much for me

(Touched to see you came out) glad to see all friends have made out

How’s my life look from where you stood simply too true to be too good?

We write like nothin', ah one two my check

We rock a D I Y ethic because the rest don’t ever D I at all

We take the bottles on the roof no books at all

Last to break his ankles has to get mom (go get mom)

The doom crew consumes a pattern raw like

Your crew got lost in the applause

You got that broke hypnosis focus too long on straight lines

I got this broken flows exploding my crows rock steak knives

[Verse 4: Mike Mictlan]

Gone with a suitcase and get a smooth face but rough around the edges

Same song but a new blank play for the group rates and nothin' slow down

My mind my mic it’s like my nine to five fly by grip

To the fist fit a wrist slip misfit grind by the blindside

Plead on them wide eyes

Pick em back up with the stigmata liquid that spits from the depths of my spine’s pride

Take a tax on the ticket timid tipped to the brim

See 'cause the deaf don’t flip brim tip to the ceiling like whoa (whoa)

Like a pistol pissed in Honda

Mike’ll mix that fist hit harder

See the punch out take the muck out [?]

Pissed off coppers we playin' robbers

Standing up and rise through the sagas, had enough?

Well, yeah, that’s enough

[Hook: Doomtree]

I wanna be paid M.C. Berserker

Banshee, trying to eat, just living