[Verse 1: Lomo]

Lomo hopping on the beat, adrenaline pumping

Rappers grunting not wanting to hear my songs bumping

They bluffing or puffing something if they saying I'm nothing

Cause I'm stunting girls coming twice before I'm busting

I can't blame it on the street, but it's the Ass Fault // (Asphalt)

As to why I'm so cold and need my rhymes past malt

If rap were liquor, I differ cause I'm sicker

And quicker witted than other spitters, too Vigour

To trigger just one emotion which is why I'm the Victor

Don't diss me unless you want to live life never glad

Cause when you die, that's the only paradice you'll ever have

I'm too clever man, my words combine and sever hands

So you can't pick up the mic and attempt to fight back

I put people in flight at the start of each tight rap

My rhymes can be confusing like the rapper's slang I spit

So you might have to kill yourself, to get the hang of it

Without my raps, listeners cannot cope

I spit fire on tracks and give people hope

I was born to smash beats, so I devote

All I got to aghast with what I've wrote

But I'm never whack, and we all know

With no questions asked, that my shit is dope

Yeah, my shit is dope

No questions asked, my shit is dope

[Verse 2: Hustle]

Sometimes I'm in my mind, this place I don't mind

Eternally you gifted from the presence of my time

This gold is being mined and the goal in me is mine

I'm doper than an addict who keep tripping over lines

Take it to a level that you didn't know existed

Twizz-ler flow, everything I spit twisted

Demented, dependent on what I had intended

Attendance, higher body count than a census

It's senseless, like you got 5 less senses

And since this they cannot sense this

Everybody knows but can't disclose where the scents is

Smells like bullshit to drop the dollars where the cents is

My mind playing tricks on me, I'm ego trippin'

But I'm flyer than the rest of you hoes, I'm eagle pimpin'

Even limpin imma step above the rest they think they fresh

But it be only cause I killed 'em, newborn death

Without my raps, listeners cannot cope

I spit fire on tracks and give people hope

I was born to smash beats, so I devote

All I got to aghast with what I've wrote

But I'm never whack, and we all know

With no questions asked, that my shit is dope

Yeah, my shit is dope

No questions asked, my shit is dope

[Verse 3: Lomo]

My spit burns through bars made from the placid brain

Of rappers cause I spit acid rain, and make avid pain

With a passion aimed to resurrect my rancid name

Never spit a passive game, only give massive shame

To people against me, they just brewing a frenzy

Cause I'm ready to explode, my patience is empty

Don't test me, I'm not gracious, and won't put it gently

If you disrespect me, dreams, I fucking shatter that

Only mixing my songs, cause I've already mastered rap

I plaster back stabbing fools, my mind's faster at

Absolute zero than the formation of cataracts

Times 60, flow so swiftly no matter how shifty

Or how quickly it switches, I remain strictly

On point 'til I'm 50, or 'til my city ain't wit me

No more, making pain for rappers I'm a new sense

For them, but the listeners never have to squint

Out of confusion, my music's amusin'

There's nothing you could do since I started fucking rappin'

Always going hard and stackin' which is why I'm only dabbin'

When I smoke which is why Lomo is the captain

Without my raps, listeners cannot cope

I spit fire on tracks and give people hope

I was born to smash beats, so I devote

All I got to aghast with what I've wrote

But I'm never whack, and we all know

With no questions asked, that my shit is dope

Yeah, my shit is dope

No questions asked, my shit is dope