[Verse 1: J.Arch]

All hail

Your majesties, spit uncut magically

Grind, trafficking, turn battles to tragedies

Sucker-ass rappers feel the wrath of me

Get stretched and left like commentary from my graffiti

Spit projectiles from my mic rapidly

Polish the stats for those who like asking me

Verbal warfare backwards, Stacks spazzed with the heat

Bodybag season, TH members smashed the beat

Arch and your boy fire—ask in the streets

Show your ass, I’ll spaz and start tapping them cheeks, stretched out

By the force on a track with no course

So hungry for a twenty-piecе, niggas get scorched

Niggas tuned in to tеlevise your loss, DK

And floss on my rise to Boss

[Hook: J.Arch] (x2)

Whatever you talk, be able to back it up

Me and the goons is cool, but we known for acting up

You wack cats? Shut your traps and back it up

A low tolerance for bullshit, ready to back it up

[Verse 2: J.Arch]

This for dudes that choose to be imposters

Beef rolls, they get bit like enchiladas

Ice grill, thaw hammer jaws when beef cooks and start up

The Most High’ll send them to meet their book’s author

Run over the most dominant, prominent, or most promising

Respect my accomplishments or get snatched like self-confidence

My own involvement a real problem

Once my revolver’s spin aborts, most dearly departum

Reggie smoke’ll leave ‘em sticky icky when I spark ‘em

Trauma unit, headcase, a spaced-out Martian

Bums stepped on, straight park bench, Arch

Spit horrid, armpits caressed as he palm-grip

Mute, deface star shit, my hits is smashing

Straight garbage, throw back shots like hot bitches

Playing the bar shit, where the comics viewed as

Comics viewed, it’s funnier than Martin. Put some bass

In your voice, slap your chest, now we talking

Scoped out and bodied by the aim of a trained marksman

Butcher shop meat market—that definition

Is target