Verse 1 (Hopie):

Wait a second, I'm secondary to none

One, every eardrum, you feel it in your tear ducts

Wack rappers set this fire up they set it in Seagram's

Grass bustas get these brass knuckle raps in they knees, son

I'm like some butter pecan, my rhymes smooth, lines tight

You can follow behind what I find too tight

Right on the pinnacle, serial heavy hitter disseminating lyrics

Greeting haters, disintegrate em

I got the weaponry, I'm seasoned to perfection

Reason when you're stressin', flexin' in the wrong direction

Droppin' hot gems in Seratos and Alpine

El Dorado autos, I'm ready for the limelight bottles

Your best chance in your absence

You're so so feelin' Hopie in your torso and more so

Rough like a flask of absinthe down a sore throat

Chokin' while Hopie metaphors coat the air slow

Chorus (Knickerboc):

Three-eyed monster got the fire to burn

Spit the poison, lick thy urn

Stand there before me, dare to bring it here

I'll make it very clear

Verse 2 (Del):

Deezle, watch me close the gap

I write a flow to the hole and bolter cap

Where Hopie at?

Comparin' a soul to stats

Till you're balderdash

Bone the craft, the hopeless a**

It'll blow your back

And leave a hole where your shoulders at

Told ya that I'm Mr. Freeze

Colder than a polar cap

Or powerful like a polar bear

Don't compare, au contraire

What you thought was hot was opposite

You not the lick

You talk so fake when you proclamate

You just a break, I'm a monolith, drip

You need an optometrist

'cause you can't see no parts of this

I'm too swift son, you pump my brakes

For you dumbbells

Tryna front on Del, I leave your tongue swelled

Wrapped in gauze like a sarcophagus

Don't even talk to us, you get stomped to dust

You a droid, I see your alloy sparklin'

Triple stage darkness, 'noyed like Lloyd Marcus

Oakland, Deezle dog, I'm not playin'

Hope's my people, fraud, she brought Tasers

Chorus (Knickerboc):

Three-eyed monster got the fire to burn

Spit the poison, lick thy urn

Stand there before me, dare to bring it here

I'll make it very clear

Verse 3 (Hopie):

If there was ever a question in my [?]

Say it if it sound right before it's clown time

I think I found a sound bite

Every time I'm asked if I write my own rhymes, stupid a**

And I laugh like, whose shoulders do you think I'm steppin' on?

Hopie spittin' weaponry tested in Armageddon on

Hard I'm on the second verse stallin' until my guns burst

Diamond bullets hit em lungs first and ball hurdle

Ladies, heavy stilettos and amarettos sweeten mics

Sellers, rockin' Zanes by your side if your game's nice

Every rapper notice and focus 'cause Hopie's potent like

Mad [?] maneuverin' raps like bridge [?] (sucka)

It's not a feud it's just a miscommunication

I'm out to reach a hater's outer space affiliation so

If you wasn't impressed with the status quo

Slangin' raw gems to break your fronts, son

Just so you know

Chorus (Knickerboc):

Three-eyed monster got the fire to burn

Spit the poison, lick thy urn

Stand there before me, dare to bring it here

I'll make it very clear

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