[Chorus: Kold-blooded]

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession

[Verse 1: Kold-Blooded]

Won't say your name, I'm adressing the behaviour

Internet rappers thirst getting contagious

Copying ideas tryna skip life stages

You could really tell, you just wanna be famous

Switching up styles, tryna keep up with the lame spit

Hypebeast, go ahead and wear it if the shoe fits

Might be, one of those and you don't even know it yet

I be, camouflaged, haven't even showed you yet

What to expect from this so-called vet, makin' moves on the net that you'll never forget

I wreck, make you regret, takin' one step towards our direction, now you're in my debt

Pay me my respect before blood starts gushing, decompose your whole vocabulary without even cussin'

Bust you in the forehead, leave you a concussion

Can't contend with my concoction on my path of destruction

[Chorus: Kold-blooded]

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name and fear it, Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it our profession

[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]

Bring in the pain

Killing these lames

On top of you niggas, I'm running the game

Fucking with me, I'm busting the clip and aimingit up right at your brain (fuck)

Niggas don't wanna go here and fuck around

With a nigga that's not gonna shun everything down

Put som bars on the melodies niggas don't gon' get (okay)

Gimme the target and put me right up in the field

You already know what's not reckless so you know my drill (fuck)

Any motherfucker there just wanna be killed (okay)

These niggas they talkin', these niggas they walkin'

These niggas they watchin' my moves tryna be a real nigga off it

They copy my style, the copy my flow, they don't even know I'm finna put them in a motherfucking coffin

I'm rolling my drum, [?] killing my phone

They [?] not to run up in my motherfucking presence

I'm crackin' like [?], I'm flippin' like [?]

I [?] like [?] beat yo' ass like this motherfucker [?] (bitch)

[Chorus: Kold-blooded]

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name of fear it's Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it a profession

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name of fear it's Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it a profession

Thought I told you we some microphone crushers

Know the name of fear it's Schemaposse, bring the ruckus

MC, know the definition, matter of fact you could call it a profession