Burton:

Yes Lawd...I wanna thank Pryces for laying this down

We bout to take it wayy waayy waayyyy back

Been a while since you been on tha run

Sneaking thru back doors…getting quesy when I cum

Followed the smell of crack whore bleeding from da gums

No thanks to the life guides I’ll read it when I’m done

Like this life is too real for me

I think I’m making a statement when I say I got hills to see

Mother Nature wasn’t a hoe but she let me feel for free

Life’s stepping on my neck ..gotta lift heel to breathe

And that’s the drumkick for some get caught up in that scenario

Test my might fa..a few cyphers as life does the merry go

Pumping ya chest up this sets fa the ones who don’t think that the pressure is too unbearable

You’ve insisted

That all I do has been scripted

Cuz not everyone making this rap music is gifted

But the moment I feel the beat is when I knew it existed

Got a urge for words Mic Move and grip this

Under da cover and bending ya over to infuse a slipped disk

But I don’t have to wait for a back to break

Take it back the beginning…start grinning…severing tendons like I’m Casius Clay

Tell ya mother to duck for cover when I’m spitting a round

But I didn’t come here to get down

I came to get up

Still pryces and ill mic’n changing dis shit up

Gotta invoke some passion cuz ya head wasn’t banging enough

Or maybe they’ll call me crazy cuz I been thinking too grandiose

I’m mixing the meters and picking my feet up.. digging my meat up in her panny holes

Been good kid in mad city but my moma might say I’m manish tho

Too bad if you ain’t the shit I’m painting this on the canvas bro

Huntar:

Beats bumpin’, so I’m writing

Chilling, spitting with Pryces

And Burton he been working, so we’re certain you gon’ like this

Spit perfect verses when the curtains open and the lights hit

It’s worthless if you’ve been searching for something quite like this

You’ll never find it

That’s why I encourage you to remain open-minded

The light’s got em’ blinded, the noise turns to silence

Got em’ chokin’ on their words, please give em’ the Heimlich

Oh I’m going deep, I can be the wide receiver

Cooking music that’ll turn a pope to a fuckin’ non-believer

Cause I know everybody wants to change

(Yeahhhhh) I know everybody wants some change

And ain’t it sad how are idols always seem suicidal

The ones that’s sinning the most are the ones that’s grippin’ the bibles

We just stepped in the game but we’re comin’ straight for the title

So we’re always workin’ late, no excuses for sitting idle

I lost all of my wits so now I speak from my conscious

Reaching for the truth so I can battle the nonsense

Produced by the industry in an effort to limit the

Power of creativity, but wait til the bomb ticks

I heard Pryces music and I knew we could drop hits

And not corny ass raps, or that cheesy ass pop shit

It’s music for the blood that runs thick in my veins

Yeah by now you should know the fuckin’ name

Hooooook!!!:

You should know the fuckin’ name by now, (Get Up!!)

You should know the fuckin’ name (Yeah!....Yeah!!)