[Verse 1]

16 spitter go hard, repitition

See me with a wookie then I’m on another mission

Two Tone Rebel and my bezel doesn’t glisten

I don’t need it to, if lightning strikes I’m who the fuck it’s hittin’

Strange way to look at it but shit I ‘m not a chicken

Cuz’ if it strikes twice I’ll prolly be in the pictures

Shit I never wanted, but my world is looking different

So I’m on another plane and I’m dodging different pigeons

Dumbed down, numbness the music’s on Cepacol

I can’t really feel shit, I might just be better off

Two tone board, checkmate like Federov

Game theory, leery, no fun, no tether ball

Throw another tennis ball, Wilfred with the brimstone

Power of the confluence, china with the syndrome

….let’s meltdown powers who cower to keep the rent low

…………..then two step on the headstone

[Hook x2]

Two Tone Rebel. One hand high

One j. raised like two ???

Waiting for those blue-er skies;

Up in the clouds 'till they arrive

[Verse 2]

I'm with that Two Tone Rebel set, yeah you’ve seen me hella bent

Speaking to the people on the virtues of the eloquence

They can talk in telephones but I be talking tell a friend

Leaning to the side set the phaser to irrelevant

Set it to extinguish, set it to extort them

Set it to excel at everything and make a fortune

Set out to tell the whole world how we came to drop bombs

Lyrical nalpalm, I ain’t fuckin’ around

It’s grayscales

Two Tone Rebel and I be hella bent

Sippin’ on that hard and I’m ohhin’ for the thrill of it

Michael jack jack on that who goin’ celebate

Not me I hella fuck, just for the hell of it

I get enough of it, I get enough of this

E-dub do so and so, so I just keep goin’ in

I just let em’ wonder when that boy gon’ stop

But it ain’t gon’ happen’ no it ain’t gon’ happen

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

We can talk in different code words

They don’t need to understand

One thing that they need to know is

That they need to over-plan

They’ve been walking backwards

We’ve been picking slack up

Fillin’ up the back of the Black Pais' trash truck

…gettin’ rid of bullshit

Throwin’ out the sink too

Waitin’ to remodel like a model with no IQ

But it ain’t a problem

They been mobbin’ all these motherfuckin’ pockets

I’m just waiting til’ they drop it, when they do I’m gonna cop it

One time for the nose to the grindstone

Two times for my people getting mind blown

We looking forward while we try to carve a future

But the past is catching up tryna open up the sutures —

…so we keep ourselves grounded

Stunt when we’re retired give ourselves pounds shit

…And we’re just trying to write a plot twist

….something positive nothing obnoxious