[Intro: Jay Cue, Tyler Major, KC 2.0, Andre McCloud]

*Laughing*

Fucking swag

*More Laughing*

Alright, now everybody shut the fuck up

For real though, nigga

Aight, this about to go in this shit (Space [?])

So everybody fuck up

[Verse 1: Jay Cue]

I am legend, motherfucker, but dont call me Mr. Smith

Quick to spit some shit that will persuade a hypocrite

Hitting licks, like i punched a niggas tongue with a fist

Hit or miss, you be seeing flashing lights, christmas bitch

If a nigga exerts some words, with some hating lips

Ill knock his whole mouth backwards like skating switch

If music was a test, that lasted all day long

Ill pass with flying colors like a nigga through his crayons

Nigga, my skills here, but the fames gone

Still make yall stand up like The Pledge came on

Yeah i can chill with the words on a tame song

But when i get hype, human torch, nigga, flame on

Then you wack niggas get played, nigga, game on

Think im dead, but i came back like my name spawn

Yall niggas dont even deserve the last line, Serious, nigga

NRK (Bitch!)

[Verse 2: Tyler Major]

Yo, i remain calm, terrorizing money makers just like the mall

Matter and battle opponents for dreams they desire on

The hype, built composure but you never heard of the last of The Slayer

Tyler educate Major, then rhymes say it depicts the simulate haters

My vision is the slave, your conspiracies devour the flower

Fuck up your recipe, Tarnish pasture sculpture on buildings named after gravity

Then unveil the four years of a lore beyond the masterpeice

Precision the, finest, cultivated my mindset that lack fatigue

That interwines with distraction, eligent flowing with under the ettiquette

Murder the archers, Ronald McDonald like embelishment

Inject the ritalin, to start the cause to start the wind of my penmanship

Felt the spark within the dark

Gave you all some nigga shit, creation keeps me going after the daily shit im dealing with

[Verse 3: KC 2.0]

Yo, Look, i was born in the grass, bare ass, without a fuck

With a lack of memories from lives past

I dwelve down from hell, put a knife on the shelf

And my dad was just mad and wanted me to stop crying

An angel flew from Zion, and Arkham

And then stabbed me in the chest, then in the neck

Jehovah, and Jesus couldn't help me when the right things i did went lefty

Then my momma found out that mentally i wasn't healthy

Seeing life in red, forever, im wearing black

Each day was like an motherfucking checkerboard

I get jumped while these niggas stay kings

And i sing to the clouds while my moist eyes gleam

Im sitting in the basement next to Jared

And im hearing noises, on the higher place

I dont understand

[Outro: KC 2.0, Tyler Major, Jay Cue, Andre McCloud, Pyramid Vritra, and Foreign Pyramid]

Why i got fans, in other lands

Nigga

Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah (Niggas talking)

Yo, yeah, yeah (Its over nigga!), yeah, yeah (Shut the fuck up!)

Yo, yo, (Its over nigga)

Yeah, (Lynard!) yo, (What?), (NRK), indeed, (OHH), (WAAHH!)

(SCHAOW!) (WAAAAHW!)

Nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga (Lombardi) (Lynard), yeah, nigga, (Ahh!) (Oh!)

(Limit!), nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, (Adlive! Adlive), (Limit!)

(Adlive, Adlive, Adlive,) ([?]), (I feel it, limit, i feel it, limit,)

(Limit, Limit!) (Fuck [?])