[Intro: Imp]

Introducing the Sober Addicts

Drastic rap tactics distort boom bap hits

Bars gymnastic, knock the Earth off its axis

The fact is you ought to resign, SA partners in crime

And always on time and rocking ya mind

[Verse 1: Lost Boi.]

I play like I'm fine, as if I'm not trying

But my niggas been dying, I'm smiling and crying

Been graduated for years, but niggas still capping

I'm certain I'm the one so I rise with the sun

See 'em side eye, I'm not the man with the gun

Know I've got pride and my vision ain't the best

Rather not play judge, but I've got stripes like a ref

I'd rather hold my breath than leave seconds for the rest

So I take it all at once, you just proving I'm the best

As I venture on this quest

Tribe like west, but VA on my chest

Enough of the basics, I felt like flexing since I've got closed cases

Reminiscing flexing 'cause they took off my braces

But wait, there's more

This just the top of the year and I'm already bored

I ain't high off shit, feet still on the floor

Don't know why ya shit pinned, eviction notice at the door

Still you can't ignore

I'm the one you can't replace, back to back like a relay

I meant replay, i transition on court

I might need a knee brace

[Verse 2: Jarhead the Nobody]

Pumping on a Dutch, sipping on some Honey Jack

Plug said it's good bud, it ain't hitting, I want my money back

Two to the face still ain't enough, where's the fun in that?

Too many blunts to the lungs may do something bad to a young lad

I get sad, so I compose art

Cold heart, my blood is black, I can't do no sunny tracks

Losing my direction in life, my only compass is cracked

Having thoughts of running and never coming back

"Nobody, you're too glum and sad, do a funny rap!"

Fuck a rap, I need therapy but can't afford it

Although, it's moreso I'm too scared to ask for it

This mask I've worn is tattered and torn, ready to shatter its form

Age 16, that's what I'm feeling like

I ain't a big beast, but I can still kill a mic

Til I'm six deep, I'm killing shit blind like Kenshi

I'm ill in the mind, I steal souls like Shang T

But I stay broke, ain't no 10 G's in my bankroll

Tryna make ends meet, I've sold what I done paid for

Pray for me, I got devil horns under my halo

They call me Jarhead 'cause I'm a solider like Draco

[Verse 3: Kaffo the Sensei]

Tryna have a house in Calabasas

Killer Mike told me learn my shit, but kill my masters

Y’all all bark, but don’t show teeth like a mastiff

Yeah I got the competition looking mad stiff

I’m moving mountains, her measurements is massive

I been fighting long and hard like a giraffe dick

Take your mask off and show me where your past is

God flow don’t forget question your pastors

Y’all niggas moving in the past tense

I make a monument look average

Blow my brains out and have an open casket

Still have ya baby boo in a basket

I’m in my bag and I’m very far from slacking

I’m sipping out the flask, I think I need a aspirin

Got aspirations to win, fuck who in the way

Need bacitracin for the way I’m chilling in the cut

I’m on a high speed chase, y’all niggas in a rut

Going pecans on you peons 'cause im going nuts

Ponce de Leon need a seance I think I’m seeing ghosts

I shine brighter in the dark so don’t cut on the lights

But now I’m on y’all niggas heads, I think I’m seeing lice

But I’ll decapitate y’all niggas without thinking twice

[Verse 4: Black Indigo]

Now some niggas walking around with masks on

But don't know that they got masks on, you get it?

It's like a psychological riddle, niggas playing the fiddle

Between Garvey and King, Malcolm in the middle

They created the cast, now they act didn't laugh

They think it makes 'em last, I think it makes them sad

Still cough when I pass, I'm more lost than an ass

In the back of the class, drinking out of my bag

Stopped taking pills, really flipped the scrip

Wrote the bark to keep me sane, damn, ain't life a bitch?

Sometimes I look back on my weak-willed shit

Now my son is on the rise like it's rap Will Smith

Keep my vernacular spectacular, I get high and then go back to Earth

I got to keep a pack alert, I'm lacking verbs

'Cause what I do is irrelevant, still kill a wack rapper for the hell of it

Distaste for embellishment, I

Just get in, ring the bell and show the card on my adult swim

Move back, when the Sober Addicts stepped in

Lil Wayne water on my Nike Air

Getting side smoke stronger than Nigerian hair

[Verse 5: Imp]

You ain't shit, you rapping like you constipated

Shimmy ya, gimme the mic so I can confiscate it

On some serious shit, I'm the brightest out the constellation

Your obligations feeble to the Sober Addicts congregation

This a coupe de'tat, dawg, that's my proclamation

I'm lit, no flexing on the funk, homie, I'll bomb your station

Raps to astonish, I feel like an abomination

Fry any MC who confrontation dare cross my apron

Serving up MCs ain't a hobby, it's an operation

Touch my side, your face get lit up as compensation

Test my ensemble, get handled like Baroque orchestration

That go for anyone, tackle giants with the heart of David

I got a leg up on the flow, you looking amputated

Your bars soft like you just finished masturbating

I got bars like San Quentin, Alcatraz

Accenting packed and jammed, that's a fact, done elaborating

I grew up where you could get shot for stepping in

School of hard knocks, had high marks when I was accepted in

It gets hard to settle when composers outside meddle with

Symphonies full of lead, homie, I ain't mention zeppelins

Houses of the Holy couldn't quell the perishing

The old blame the young and the young blame our heritage

"The system is a scam cycle" how I'm best convinced

I'm tryna reinvent the game and then embellish it

Stormed into the game, ain't bother to knock like Marilyn

My success has got to be real, dawg, Cheryl Lynn

You and me? We ain't even remotely next of kin

Your best success akin to my worst blemish, kid

Better than you in whatever category you're respected in

I'm allergic to these niggas, I need an epi pen

I'm off a cigarette and a mug of coffee

Respectively laced with weed and too much Bacardi

May the record skip if I'm better than every fucking body

There it is, citation please, I want another copy

Stand down or you're getting punished promptly

Deserters gon' have to deal with my hunting party

A sycophant can suffocate, suffering succotash

These cats make bluffs acquaint, I subjugate these suckers' games

Need substitutions for blunders made? Infamous Mic Professional

A Morlock out the subterrain, bring your best, I bury 'em

[Refrain: Daniel Saylor]

What it is, you know, they know

What it is, we know, y'all know

What it is, Sober Addicts, there it is

What it is, you know, we know

What it is, they know, y'all know

What it is, you don't know? Here it is

[Outro: Argiflex]

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