[Intro: E-Dot and Loer Velocity]

E-Dot: Ayyo, I feel this right here. Yo. Yo, Loe. Yo, I’ma rip this to shreds, yo. [?], you got this? Yo. Black flag, yo

Loer Velocity: Yo, true. Chill, chill, chill, [?]. No doubt, no doubt. Let me get it right there. Yeah, let me get it

[Verse 1: Loer Velocity]

Velocity, the god who you see in the flesh

Change water to rhyme with this. Don’t test

Can I get a witness while I profess?

A fifty sack to the fellow who can get closest

Truthfully, I’m soon to be that bodega poster

Promoting your liver cancer and stomach ulcer

Sike. Man, I write like I’m supposed to host it dirty

For niggas who want to knuckle up and prove they worthy

And only doing this to be proving a point

Make sure it’s rolled tight, whether doobie or joint

Dutch or Garcia Vega, “I” self from savior

Truthfully, my square’s that of blue collar labor

Overtime-working, always curtains for sure

Connoisseur of what they call “sticky raw”

Shifty, not as easygoing as before that

Kick-in-the-door, wave-in-the-four-four-type mentality

Get you for your bullshit weakly salary

You don’t want the beef—you said you don’t need the calories

Style in these words disturb frequency

Causing your cringing and begging for leniency

I do conveniently encompass social

Discrepancies as undertones in my vocals

Piss on y’all corny, one-dimensional hopefuls

That the song plays on. Yo, Dot, bring in the soul

[Verse 2: E-Dot]

Well, it’s the [?] shiznit, black-flag-enlisted

Licking shots ‘til you ear pop like a biscuit

Everything hurts, nothing specific. Focused and I rip it, but

Still, y’all sleep. It’s just ridiculous

To me, it’s deep. It’s like a sickness

And those that speak stay on my shit list

Nice with these flows I frequent. Still, they risk it

Spit it precise and with a quickness, but

Too phenomenal for y’all to diss it

I record, copyright, solicit. Really, quite simplistic

Been in it for a minute, but apparently you missed it

Skeptics have dissed it. But, as it turns out

They were never realistic. I insisted that they shouldn’t

But they didn’t want to risk it, then get hit with

Force of a bullet that is projected from a biscuit

Predicament worse than the next skit. I dished it

Do he? Shoots for the three, but then he bricked it

How big could a nigga risk it?

[?] into all types of sick shit

We thorough and got a thick clit, a hairy chest, and a big dick

Girls in every borough. Dog, I’m pimp-slick

Loose lips sink ships. Can’t say names

Legitimate, but, still, it’s all the same

Yo, liquor fifth of mint and Irish marks for your frame

E-Dot rip it to you once again. It’s on. It’s like

[Outro: Loer Velocity]

Hahaha. Aight. My neezy, E-Deezy, take your blood clot easy. Haha, word up. Hot shit, son