[Verse 1: PARIAH PETE]

Dawn to dusk my eyes closed, somewhere on a highroad

Preparing for the night, i shine the light wherever i go

The maestro, like lysol, disinfect yo cycle

Of claiming what you doing, I’m improving on the tight rope

-if i do fall down, homies (lift me up)

If i do fuck around, you know (I’m sipping up)

Middle finger up, to the opposition

Always had an inkling to portray these thoughts I’m given

So im scribbling a vision a psychic can’t envision

Crush their crystal ball in the pot that i dont piss in

Now they pissed off, grim and i with molotovs

Concealed within our pens, no you can't just brush it off

Coming back at dusk, just left off at dawn

These walls have vernacular, they dont get all along

All sides caving in, rhapsodizing reasoning

Chastising the evil men, pariah petes deleting them

For seasons then, the dynasty reigns ultimate power

Grim and i go hand in hand, white bitches and white powder

I ain't doubt her, but she’s tryna prove to me she a heavy weight

She’s going line after line till she’s featherweight

Can’t feel her face while looking in the mirror

Reflections like a ghost, and the reaper even fears her

The drip in her throat made her vomit everywhere

From dawn to dusk, slap this shit everywhere i dont care