[Intro:]

Yeah, uh

Edo

Yes, yo

9th

[Verse 1: Edo. G & King Magnetic]

Edo and Mag, trappers get metal and bagged

Rappers offsides get penalty flagged

Enemies get dragged, toe tagged, no swag

Hit 'em in the mouth so they won't brag

Boston and Philly revolt like Diddy

It could get ugly, before it gets pretty

Y'all are talentless (uh) never off balance this (Uhuh)

I make choices you make challenges

Yo, you raise voices I raise silences ride with us

Flow back to golden age up on your calendars

Islanders from New York, no hockey though

Red sauce noodles no pasta bowl net like a soccer goal

Impossible to catch me sleep, I don't nap no more

I don't need to rap, I'm here to balance out the Macklemores

Ratched on tour and I don't mean the way we act

Raising kids making snacks every time we slay the map

[Verse 2: King Magnetic]

Uh, you the same we them other guys

Discover lies, sleep you get caught that's where trouble lies

Me and my Alley Town allies, my brother oversize (Uh)

Some are wise some are otherwise

No wins (uhuh), no decisions (nah), you got sight dog, but no vision

You know the rules son pick a side chose one

Years to get fans seconds to lose one

[Verse 3: King Magnetic]

I'm that dude from wherever I'm at

A lot a rappers tell my story but they never was that

We spit facts you're a memory lapse on Hennessy

Black on enemies, till I get my energy back

It's 2 OGs, Ed and the King, and my plan is manifesting

What I said in the bing, Magnetic it ring

A jux only take 2 calls you move work we packing up the van no uHAUL

[Verse 4: Edo. G & King Magnetic]

Yo, you too small to brawl you play foosball

Can't ball at all you take a sue fall

Screw y'all, who y'all

Dopefiend withdrawn climbing up a ladder too tall

Yeah, Blaq Poet like Screwball retired from pitchin'

Now I'm coaching it's devotion to crossing the line without encroachment

My approach is a classic one

Be a father to your child, before I make him a bastard son

From a plastic gun archery distance

I'm a motherfucking predicate like part of the sentence

My own worst enemy I call them my fears

Still the life of a kid after all these years, yeah!

Yo, you part of the problem put us in this mess we in

You normal average so pedestrian the more you lose, the less we win

Edo on his high horse like an equestrian

You rappers got hurt and scared

Hard work beats talent if talent ain't working hard

Heat like São Paulo killed the Apollo

Chickens can unfollow but they can't unswallow (Haha)

This is hip hop coming through yo' speakers (Uhuh)

You can't sing or dance you a after dinner speaker

Get stomped with Timbs and Jim's sneakers

Edo, King Mag, 9th Wonder, the Grim Reapers