[Chorus: Sapient]

Cold numbness

I know something’s

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Cold numbness

I know something’s up

What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 1: Al-One]

I could give two shits about your two cents

My crew ruthless, keeping ‘em tuned in

To that new shit, Green Tape

Banging out your speakers, exclusive

You too cool for this?

You hanging out with tweakers, I’m saying

What y’all be Tweeting is lame

Everybody a beast on the beat, until it’s actually playing

These little faggots keep on mentioning the Sandpeople name

Like they mad at us 'cause we on top and that ain’t gon’ change

[Verse 2: Ethic]

Light it up and smoke it, flyer than I’m supposed to be

On my old shit, why are standing close to me?

I’ve been fortunate, forcing this no limit poker style

Down the throats of these poor cynics

Huh, we let these haters keep chirping

We still around, so it ain’t really working

Y’all let us down, we let it ride

You don’t like what the fuck we gotta say, you can get in line

[Verse 3: Sapient]

Inside my dome, I know two people

I try to break ‘em down, but it goes too deep though

I ain’t ready to touch the abyss

And too many motherfuckers looking up to the kid

Got a life, got a wife, and a couple of kids

The cup will runneth over, but the cup’s got a lid

I can destroy or construct with my gift

Just wanna live in peace, but it doesn’t exist

[Chorus: Sapient]

Cold numbness

I know something’s

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Cold numbness

I know something’s up

What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 4: Mo-B]

I’m ballsy

Always going ball deep

Compensating for my male pattern balding

The drank got me through the thick and thin

It takes more muscle to frown, I’m getting big

Yeah, I’m pissed on the rag

You a bitch, a bitch on the rag

You a kid with some kids on the way

I’m Eastbound & Down, peep out the pitch

[Verse 5: IAME]

I’ve been knowing my status is problematic

I’ve been told that these habits that of an addict

I can no longer keep my madness contained

Walk the streets screaming at no one, stop to ask you for change

Like, “You got a quarter? Thanks, now what else you got?”

Slit your vocal cords in case you try to yell for cops

To help you, shit, help me

I need enough for a prostitute, a nice room, and some soap to wash myself clean

If I’m caught, I need enough for a divorce attorney

You didn’t know I was this dirty, did you?

Well, someone said, since I’m white, I’m a wannabe Eminem

Might as well give into ‘em, now look, I’m sobered up and everything

[Verse 6: Goldini Bagwell]

If I wear all white everything, I’m tryna let the dirt show

All black’s to cover up the blood of a turncoat

You might’ve heard the way I make orange and gray out of a purple aid

During every commercial break ‘til the green burns away

They got jokes, but ain’t nobody laughing with ‘em

Placing your finger in my smoke is a bad decision

I make ish happen that a different algorithm

An houred vision, I’ve gone nuts

And I’ve brought the allen wrenches

I see it as a plus to have a few screws loose

I’m not held down, I can be hell-bound if I choose to

I mean, do what suits you

I live life to tie together pin stripes and let the truth loose

[Chorus: Sapient]

Cold numbness

I know something’s

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Cold numbness

I know something’s up

What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 7: Illmaculate]

Fuck a loss, I’m a sore winner

A couple acorns short of a (Umm…)

Fuck a metaphor, stick a fork in ‘em

It’s forbidden to war with us in Portland

Where my life is important and yours isn’t

For the record, I sort of meant it, it’s not being cocky

Everybody had thought it before I said it

And that’s a line that I swore I’d edit

Fuck it, I just spit this shit 'cause you listening, who’s more pathetic?

Shit, I’m looking forward to the morgue I’m heading to (Why?)

'Cause I’m bored to death of you (Fuck your perspective)

Stupid me, my face in the mirror stunned like

Who would think that they were the weird ones?

Na-ah, nuh-uh, I take no blame

Nada, nuh-uh, forget the whole thing

I treat your life like it never happened

Wash my hands of it, not thinking twice of my selfish actions

[Verse 8: OnlyOne]

I feel like jumping off a roof and shit

Don’t say you relate, I’m fucking crazy

I might actually do this shit (Do it then)

If I lose my grip, I might lose my grit

And shoot and miss (Whoops, I slipped)

I hear a lot you sayin’ to me

If it ain’t about guap or making some cheese, it ain’t a conversation to me

I don’t need to dumb down the game

Yea, Illmac the best, now get the fuck out my face

[Outro]

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