Planet Asia:

[Verse]

Cobra commander with the slander

From the home of the land of the so-called free

The enemy is propaganda

Know some billboard rappers changed, faking in the moon landing

My a cappella left the tomb stranded

Fried chicken and watermelon, drug selling

I only play to win

Let's make America great again

They put me in the mud and I made a palace

These niggas whitewash like raisins in potato salad

Let's double the price and raise the value

Pump up the value and let the cheap seats feel the frequency

Peep the acoustics, something like 31 bars

Its like two clips with one shot left

Now what it look like?

Jewelry shopping at St. Thomas

I'm fresh out the league title of the occupation was lost balling

I'm still in the life

Blue strips, another news clip, dollar bills, getting two is my bill of rights

Errol Eats Everything:

[Verse]

The universe is energy

Peep the rap, tap in, walk with me

This dope better than Bobby and Whitney

I'm baking soda, got the neighborhood licky licky

You have any idea how dope that is?

Hanging in Mississippi, out on the porch, you thinking they about to get me

Saw love, ain't having no issues with me

Talking 50, they lost 30, can shift it

I'm not the 147, wanna draft your son to fight for him

Uniform, automatic gun, right to core him

Keep him snoring. He on it

Send him off to boot camp in the morning

They put him in a chopper, using the chopper to chop you

A copper will pop you

Swim with the fishes, you tilapia

The Babylon's a mafia

Freedom will cost you. Get them boys back up off you

Cause this is fight music, music, music

Only the righteous will choose it

They just wanna see us lose it

They wanna see us lose it

They want the power to abuse it

Only the righteous will choose it

That's why we make fight music

We make fight music