[Verse 1: Free D]

Now we're ready to pay the price to go to paradise

Media occur mediocre pair of lies shit left me paralised

After all nobody's perfect on the surface of this earth

Even god sleep with satin, no one deserve to get his desert

I keep fronting backstabbers and killin' wack rappers

Fuck the bag chapter of my life but still is the best backpacker

I keep thinkin' in my sleep "one day no one could reach ya

I'm too hot for a fever i lettin' these mc's dead like the reaper

Same for the mic's, props now i'm like the ferguson cops

The rhyme is non stop we're holdin' it down 'till the beat drops

I spit mo' than if i beat box it's in my gene like my cojones

I rocks on the corners, your death gon' bring the coroners, uh

Ask my wallet i want change but i only find non sense

It's constant, self conscious but still can't reach my conscience

I can't stand it but never stumble, ready for rumble

Funny how the ground is ice that crumbles in this concrete jungle

[Hook: Free D]

When my head rhyme, fuck my bed time

You know we blowing loud like a tech nine

They take my technique so respect mine

When you hear a track with me well expect lines

[Verse 2: Abstract Ninjaa]

I'm the, most issued steam nigga a bitch as ever met

And when i come around you start to get a little upset

You wanna fight me don't you? Weak niggas better watch out

Ain't ready for the heavy weight bout

And for your fan trynna jump in better rethink their strategy

I bomb on their on their ass and start an Iroshima tragedy

Imagine the King Ninjaa the first, snatch your mom purse

Curse adverse, voodoo seafood ride in a hearse

He said well you do, Ninjaa son

Talking like yoda as if i was Obi Wann

But i don't carry guns but if i did i'd put it to your face like Han solo

Click clack pew, now your baby is dolo

Hard to eat souls, i've been kicking up with Darth Maul

Sick of you rappers cause all you do is play the fucking role

And fuck anybody who said they don't like me

That's like Jar Jar Binks selling Propane and Propane accessories

It's not happenin'

[Chorus]

When my head rhyme, fuck my bed time

You know we blowing loud like a tech nine

They take my technique so respect mine

When you hear a track with me well expect lines

[Verse 3: Free D]

In front of the bullets and still alive, i'm a veteran

Fuck being a betterman i gonna turn you down like the letter n

I'm looking for the profit and ion wanna find Buddha

I got deeper flows with my scuba, nuke ya like Cuba

Shots fired like i'm a trooper but fuck that i'm a ruler

That's the reason that makes my lines so applied to ya

Kick like a spartan, spits like a martian, y'all sleeping on me i'm so tired

Can't go higher, i drop fire like Ghostrider

Fuck ghost writters i'm behind my own bars, alone in my cell

On the throne in my hell, don't give a fuck about a loan for my sales

We can't just like evolution we always want the vine, no horizon

Take cover cause attacks concern the whole nation like Verizon

The sheeps often wear wolf's clothing even tho he knows nothing

Nobody need to be orphan but street's offerin' a parent in a coffin

I spit about violence but most of time i rather hear violins

Cause sometimes the best guidance for music can be silence, no lyin'

[Hook: Free D]

When my head rhyme, fuck my bed time

You know we blowing loud like a tech nine

They take my technique so respect mine

When you hear a track with me well expect lines