[Verse 1: Propaganda]

Let's play the quiet game

You and I are not the same

Tapping in while I [?]

[?]

That pocket's insane

And the topic could change

When rockets remain

Top of the brain

I slide through with the flyest of haikus

And high-five the sound crew just so I could defy you

It’s my two cents y’all rhyme about the senseless

Spending all your sentences on taking up a census

Hell knows your whole soul is held on by Velcro

Y’all didn’t listen to Mad Villain and it shows

Change up my vocal tone in honor of his goin’ home

Krum light the fire up one time for the [?]

Still grippin' that microphone

Chill to the next episode

Still reppin' my time zone

Why ain’t you mute the metronome?

Y’all ain’t leave [?] alone

Let Prop fill your cup up

Hell knows he's got enough

Stuff he's gotta bring up

[Verse 2: Derek Minor]

Hells knows that I deserve it

But Hell knows I can't be purchased

Off limits to the devil after death dirt and shovel

I'm a mortal in that settle

Watch that time is on my side

That's why I flooded out the bezel

Hello, I seen it all

Dope boys sell that rock and roll

A heavy metal without guitars to make them play your favorite songs

Bang bang gang gang they want us chained and not changed

I can't let all of that stress go to my brain

We just tryna find the master

But found slave masters disguised as pastors

That said God the same color as plaster

That taught me to think faster

I side eye every lie every time

They don't like that kind of mind

You got a problem with me dawg

You gon' have to get in line

This that I don't really care flow

You think I'm worried about your lies?

Hell knows