[Verse 1: Logpog]

A heartbeat, I've hardly been starting to try

When I write with a Sharpie, I hardly put time

I say that I'm artsy, but probably, I'm trying

To be putting my heart all over the pot like it's parsley

Like a pothead drinking Sudafed

Thinking that I'd rather be dead than be in a world where no lives matter

Feeling seasick, really need to piece it

Together, and see a little bit of peace, like I found Jesus

When I count, desist, need to listen a bit

Get some assistance

And not sit as my own final witness

When I don't ask permission and don't ask forgiveness

And ignore statistics, and I'm bored with business

And ignore the system, and implore false wisdom

And believe in nothing, and just keep on bluffing

When you're caught in your tracks, and you'll deny that it happened

[Verse 2: Xerces]

The description doesn't hit if not a synonym

Illiterate, then forget it- in turn, these British

And lanterns admitted the crypt split it, it burn

Like six furnaces, writ, it affixed, learnin' them digits

And simultaneously dispelling one-trick-pony myths

Isn't he one adolescent tucking six-trigger energy

And crawling down for 'fax, like a rich Indian centipede?

Yeah, when I look at my tree

I see leaves missing, generations of harsh living

Addiction, yeah, reminiscent of a pretty little pig

So they put me in the pen 'cause my license suspended

Yeah, crack ceramic, you slap a hand out the

Basher 'round, thrasin' shot, and dashing these diamonds

Don't let the tiger out, crack-a-lacking, like Snap, Crackle, whop

And ammo off, hide your face and throw your flannels off

They should never... yeah

[Verse 3: Ni$h!th]

Got an A in math, I guess my numbers going up

I’m only on my map, like a current location markup, uh

Beating up these mans lyrically, call it bar drub

You like a toe and I’m the wall about to stub

I gotta drive these tracks

So y’all gotta sync up to me, call it Google

Let me draw the picture like a doodle

Money coming from all directions like a loophole

I’m with all of my boys like Tom and Jerry

Who are you? Where are you? I call it Perry

Triangulating the location of my money, like head of Phineas

Got such a stank face, that the song gave me Medusa face, it’s hideous

Logpog, Xerces, Oreo

Music generals like Coriolanus

No pain when the boys are involved

New stuff out there, might just go and cop

Knit all these bars together, like crochet, uh

Back to the old days

When we ain't have nothing in them minimum wage days

Cracking up, like a chip, Lays, getting paid, on a raise