[Verse 1: HPBLK]

Born in a nineties era, worn nineties I'm set up

To get papes in corporate estates it's a rich man's favella

Still felt by the suit-and-tie and those who on they grind like Bam Margera

Fam you ain't got the spine to back beefs and be clever

Flow deep as a sea in the path of a pharaoh

Labels binned my demo at they own peril

Now waiting for the call like Colin Farrell yo

My crew feral, eat good, putting rappers on meat hooks

It's peak 'cause my thesis is you was fеces and now your team sucks

Now eyеs on me like a mother's cursing kids in public

Talking often about how her baby father's nothing

Talking top-tens Gen better be in your discussion

Walk in West End with something from the Czech Republic

It's Gen like who's that blasting a nine?

My life’s choices were Charizard's or Blastoise's time has been kind

Don’t ask me for racial preference breasts or vagina is fine

Run up in open mics and smell pure vagina and fix the tie

You should assume I have a verse for every rapper alive

Or at least your top five and any one you say is dapper as I

And I ain't said dapper since Kappa would get you girls on the side

Since side chicks sat by uncles had Nike dunks on my mind

Since velour suits and velcro, cue the laughter

My crew moving like velocirapter, hopped out the Astra

Tryna hop in the Porsche Spyder

Incite the state of mind that excite the type to questing life, uh

[Chorus]

They chatting like we dope but it's lightwork

Stop acting like a ho, start acting like you know

Hybo- and Kosyne with that type work

[Verse 2: Kosyne]

I death stare every blank page

And watch it die slow as I quote all my tirades

A diatribe of couplets

Art stacked against us like indigenous tribes

Versus a galley and the settlers with muskets, it's nothing though

Still chasing pennies behind a mic persona

Word gets around like a (fenny son) or a nice controller

Nervous they sighed if they pinned against us they life is over

Can't see for clout or enamel from all the grime and mold, uh yikes

I hawk a loogie upon your topless I'm easy-going

Bone-in like the cap that pedals soft means I love 'em not

Rose pedal rappers I flick their off switch

I'm cropping up twice a year guess their verses are equinoxes

The flow so obnoxious Kos' constantly hold your conscience hostage

Pull up your cheddar tell it buenos noches

In the pocket like jazz guys who leave the metronome at home

I'm aligned I'm lit iron charged up to go let's go, let's roll, ayo

[Chorus]

They chatting like we dope but it's lightwork

Stop acting like a ho, start acting like you know

Hybo- and Kosyne with that type work