[Intro: D.V. Alias Khryce]

Come on. Uh huh. Yo

[Verse 1: D.V. Alias Khryce]

It took me no time to write this. I know a lot of dudes

Sitting around, listening, saying, “Ooh, I’ma bite this”

But I’m living through a lot of dudes doing this style

See me in the hood and approach me with a stupid smile

Knowing you’re foul, knowing how I’ll get down

Really shows your intelligence level is low. That’s why

Most Resurrect. ‘Cause they have Common Sense

And most [?] when they feel the presence of it

My mama loves seeing me grin ‘cause, inside, she know

I’m suffering, dealing with this cruel world, that I must make

Heaven. So my seeds can carry on the family

Traditions, I refuse to stop until I complete

My mission

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x2)

Do you know what you’re getting yourself into when you’re biting styles

From me and my crew? Tell me, say what you’re gonna do

[Verse 2: C-France]

Yo, they say

I’m ahead of my time. You hear when I spit it in my rhymes

I get deep if I want to lose niggas with one line

That’s what I’m here for: to train your thoughts and prepare y’all

I dare y’all cats to test me. My semi got a neckpiece

I keep things quiet at the end of the riot

Respect silence, nigga, turn the situation vibrant

On top of this game, we move loosely. Choose three

Top emcees, dawg, it might be me

I’ll hold my name down: Cyphus. Publishing is priceless

I won’t sign if it’s your papers. I might buy it

Love where you sleep, you might dream my description

Living your life, I’ll be your wifey’s ambitions

She’s foreign. How do I know? Dawg, I’m scoring

I can’t call it. It’s your bitch and she’s mad boring

Snap out of that dream ‘fore you get lost in it

Wake your ass up ‘fore it’s too late to hear me spit it

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x2)

Do you know what you’re getting yourself into when you’re biting styles

From me and my crew? Tell me, say what you’re gonna do

[Verse 3: D.V. Alias Khryce]

Yo, the same pride that you let build you can kill you

That’s why I stay away from the evils that men do

[?] a part of my religion like Hindus

Speak with the breath that was blown into mine

Conceived as a gift from the stage as a 9

I’m battling myself every day to do right

I’m battling and chosen to be grabbing the mic

My electric current flows like the key on a kite

Stop biting from my style. You ain’t doing it right

Can’t fool me on stage—it’s toxic to your windpipe

When you recite [?], can you consider the truth?

You’ve been lying through your teeth ‘til you hit the roof

And your exposure will expose the real side of you

‘Cause the only fans you’ll have will be the breeze on you

Fraudulence is something that I cannot stand

There’s more to get, so why be greedy and sham?

Love is love if I call you my man. Even if my hand

Was on the Bible at the witness stand. There’s

A code to the streets: never deal with rats

And I never defecate where I sleep at. Peep that

[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x2)

Do you know what you’re getting yourself into when you’re biting styles

From me and my crew? Tell me, say what you’re gonna do

[Outro: D.V. Alias Khryce]

Tell me, say what you’re gonna do. Dynazte. With a “Z.” [?]. That’s it