(Intro: Profit Caslon)

Marc Griffin

94 Ronin

My name is Profit Caslon

We are Supervillians

Ace in the building

We in this mothafucka

(Verse 1: Marc Griffin)

Ayo

It be the truest

Ruthless cat in the pool pit

When the tools hit

The gats splat leave you toothless

I talked to K

He gave advice on my mic skills

It sounded trill

He said apply and it might kill

So here I am I returned with a vengeance

Demolishin man

Knock ya door off the hinges

Its business

Like I recorded in a suit & tie

Was born to write so now I'm left with the do or die

Idiosyncrasies reachin me through these frequencies

On these freakin beats I be freakin all of these freak MCs

Nobody safe I want all of they heads

Sleepy Hollow swallow hollow tips when I pump Lead

Pencils breakin on they bodies limbs

That's just the way I live

Spider-Man Comics, a jersey, and prolly matchin Timbs

I love my city

But it feel like a battlefield

The battle's real bash ya matter when they grab the steel

Protect ya neck

But dash quick if you must though

Niggas is cut-throat

Blast holes through ya front door

I know this hobo

Gave him some cash he copped a four loco

Nigga use to roll with the law yeah he's an ex-popo

Wasted he telling me stories about his glory days

I

Never forget him on his way to the grave

Naive knave a slave to the wave of the wealth

I never sleep Nas told me that's the cousin of death

A moment of stress I'm blessed to be holdin the cress

Repellin demons who vexed schemein so I hold teks I'm beamin

Makin a mess I'm cleanin all of you weird foes

Jealous I'm outstanding in my field like a scarecrow

You couldn't get ya feet wet even if you were standing in swimming pools with no shoes and bare toes

It's nothing

Lemme readjust ya mind frame

Controlling all ya thoughts I guess I'm playing mind games

(Hook: Profit Caslon)

True Grit

If you ain't spittin true shit you foolish

Come in our way

Ya'll niggas must be stupid

These flows is ruthless

Get use to us cuz we the new kids

We here to attack

Better bullet-proof it

94 Ronin & Flight Squad

We ready to fight dawg

Preparin for months so don't even front

We some gritty mothafuckas when it comes to this music shit

Yeah bitch niggas it's on

(Verse 2: Marc Griffin)

Yeah

I'm fantasizing I'm a Supervillian

Holding Ciroc taking shots

Crooked cops lurking on the block serving rocks

Out drop-tops with no shame holdin' they guns cocked

Aimin' at black youth hoping to get they lungs popped

State of emergency the urgency's real

You don't believe me just emerge and see the urges to kill

Hurting for thrills like Foreman they grill

The Bailey boys on the avenue grippin the steel hoping they still catch a nigga slippin

I remember gettin robbed

In broad daylight gettin snuffed from the behind

He couldn't find what a nigga was tryna find so he took my iPhone and he spit in my eye

The streets equivalent

To Hell on Earth so keep ya Faith in Church

I'm non-violent but if you strapped it's best you burst it first

The curse is in the verse it's evident since birth

Know ya worth

The worst is yet to come some dying of thirst

Abandon houses on the left of me

Liquor stores on the right

This shit ain't right but my city's taking whats left of me

Can I fight

Any longer to reach my destiny?

Avoidin felonies creatin leagacies heavily

Cookin up remedies ready for whatevers ahead of me

Especially life's brevity niggas kill outta jealousy

Incredibly this the reason we won't get ascendancy

Teenage pregnancy outnumber graduation heavily

Drop-out rates increasing readily since the 70s

It seems to be niggas hate school they rather learn from streets

Holdin gats in fact stashin the cash flow anyone that wanna help they just view em as assholes

It's nothing

For them to readjust ya mind frame

Controlling all ya thoughts I guess I'm playing mind games