[Verse 1: Oracle]

I used to be broke, but now I’m flippin’ pockets

Not from pocketpickin’, more so ‘cause I couldn’t pick a pocket

When flippin, like when you get ya laundry drippin’

I heard Pac and picked Em to listen to on the spot when kickin’

As a kid you probably couldn’t spot the difference

I’m flippin’ you off and dippin’

Dippin’ Dots is what I call my frickin Glocks

‘Cause when they see the little dots they dippin’

You should see the thoughts that dip

Into my noggin when I’m jottin’ this shit

Before, all my songs where shit but

Now I’m mastered by Cath

So in descriptions of each track I add Jason

Seems to be the only artist that’s adjacent

So @Jason, we rappin’ ‘til we can pack stagеs

Fat bass will hit you on ya ass, you in back braces

He thought I was ill and it was vice vеrsa

Don’t think that a verse suffice

Got a grip on the craft as if we were a vice

Goin’ nuts when normally chill as if there was some ice verse us

First of eyes to see us they just died

[Verse 2: Cathcart]

Versatile verbs and vile verbal style versus

How you don’t revise verses

So yours looks like a barren space, just like Ursa Major

All the people who hear your verse sigh

This pair is me and Ori, that’s who my pal is, no Versailles

He thought I was ill and it was vice versa

We some sick sirs, talking Iverson

No survivors of when we press a dent

In ya skull, sitting presidents

Setting precedents together, so neither one is the vice version

[Verse 3: Oracle and Cathcart]

Vines for the wine for ya mind, why you guys slurrin’?

Climbin’ up right to highest, the rhymes perfect

Overlook your vid on the web from up where my perch is (purchase)

Merchandise, shirt with my hoodie, big eyes, ‘cause we both miles from ya

Your morale is (Morales) low, so I’m certain

I’ll get the bag when you stay seated (Gwen Stacy) like an IMAX and

I’m Jordan

I’m Jason

Either way, add Jays in

They only checkin’ the box when doin’ online surveys

I get the check on the box from a Nike purchase

[Verse 4: Cathcart]

Check it

I get a check when I checkmark the checkups with checks up at my work, it’s

Chess and not checkers, I checkmate on checkered black and white surface

Check, I play close to my chest, and I check when it’s my turn

She checking me out, if you challenge, I check you like it’s hockey

Chicks don’t rain check on me, I’m in that Cheshire Cat, it’s got me

Cheesing like cheddar, ‘cause either she chuggin’ my kids, or got

Protein on her chest, that’s a chestnut, swear she a disc jockey

The way she leaving record scratches on my back

Damn, she awful bad, and she want me bad

Back on top, and yeah

I’m clapping all the cats, I can’t be bottom fragging

And you gotta have some one night stands

But I had to call her back, a tad insomniac

‘Cause I’m always up draftin’ all my raps

Pack an almanac and an Altas, how I’m actually on the map

Passion on a track, man, my wallet fat

Between me and you, I know that’s a lotta cap

Between you and me there’s a massive knowledge gap

See you falling back

Not sure what I’m doing here in college man

Since high school, I’ve been putting off my plans

I ain’t rushin’, no, I’m a stallin’ grad

I ain’t rushin’, I’m a stallin’ grad

[Verse 5: Oracle]

Get a rush and then I stall your raps

Like combustion engines stoppin’, that’s

Because you’re just not gonna get enough air when I spark the match

You claw and gasp, it’s all too useless bitch

Don’t think that this dude's British

‘Cause my life is full of color and I don’t really need you in it

Choose the music, kill you, isn’t it

Cool what I can just do when spittin’ tunes pulled from few writtens

The two of us are indubitably the coolest kids

And if you don’t feel this super ill, we ain’t make it for you

Haters thinkin’ they do’ve got reservations with a table for two

In my brain whenever I spit flames in the booth

Creatin’ some tunes, maybe it’s food for the brain

But don’t put your brain in my food

I’m super on pages, put that page in the soup

Flavor made to savor

So save it to your playlist so you replay it a few

I kinda meant I’m like a chef with the vowels

You don’t receive the recipe so you don’t get whole style

Never allowed to say you’re better. Better yet, just get out

So put ur mouth on my head and get your damn head out my mouth

[Verse 6: Cathcart]

I had to head out of town, but y’all got the audacity

To call my home a small town, telling me “aww, that’s itty bitty”

I’m from Oxnard, pass me the aux, actually

Same hometown as Madlib, got y’all like “ah, that city”

Catch me bumping an early Anderson .Paak CD

With the Honda packed, seating past the full capacity

Passing the mic to Oracle in Florida

He’s got an FL studio, but still records in Audacity

Y’all get outplayed, all your schemes are played out

But mine get played out loud, son I don’t play ‘bout

My place, my spot is well kept, got it made how

It’s a clean sweep, no housemaid, I get laid now

So whether I’m bagging ladies layin’ down in baggy lace

Or in my bag like Lays, either way I just made out

Better lay doubt aside, or get laid out

You fakes can even catch a fade as I fade out