Verse 1 (Perennial):

Dropped in the caucus of entrapment

Trampled a half hazard passerby commandment

Damned if I do or don't hope smote song and dance

Left without a fighting chance to stamp out sycophants

Smack a fast talker before he barks snarky stanzas

And harken a warlord tryin to smash a fanzine mags fuss

No trust or faith when they pack our lunch bags for us

With pseudo crust festering with a sour gagging must

I'm here to choke the simple vogue chody Draco antics

A roaming mako here to make you take a dive to Atlantis

And thrive in the antics of the Renaissance revampers

Suffocate the plastic laughter of the captive dampers

My heart's packed with coal stress broken atop my stomach

Compressed it with lyrics hoping to birth a diamond from it

Somethin out of nothin sunk and dunked in function

And debunked the assumption that crumpers snuffed my gumption

Out of a sobering smash box half cocked disaster

Arose a mad thrashed jock past Ragnarok master

And returning to the world of normal casts of plaster

Was impossible so I tossed lots of rocks at ever after

Verse 2 (Elias Nava):

Been a minute but i’m back, bitch

They talkin bout all of our actions

We smokin and flickin the ashes

Ratchets in the back pack zipped

With a ratchet on my mattress

Bitch is hotter than a match-stick

Yo I played your song and she laughed quick

Keep talking that shit, get your ass kicked

Yo, I spent all my time with a pen and a pad

I never did drama, i get in the booth and i get on a beat and i rap

It was like 1 or 2 years back

Dylan came over and showed me some tracks

Said that the shit we was spittin was crack

I hopped in the booth, and he told me to spit, then the kid never quit, yo it happened like that

And yeah we seen your video bro that shit was fucking wack

Falsifying gun-lines like your really tucking gats

But we know real G’s live forever and you punks get jumped and slapped

You ain’t really bout it bout it and that’s just the ugly fact

They wanna claim that this ain’t hot

These kids get sick as chicken pox

They know we got the city locked

Yo, they all thought the click was soft

They wanna front like they all gods

But in those cuffs they got to talkin

Now the hollows's in the spot and ain't no one that kills it harder

Bridge (Perennial):

I dared Icarus to fly too close to the burning sun

My mind yearned for earned mass appeal but deserved none

Where the fervent win bets for wagering on self

I swerve belligerently and end up on the top shelf

I believe I’ll die in wealth with withered health beside me

Hiding in lies, trying to find a way to better timing

Fly away with hopes and dreams, forget lonely screams

Floating off to the frothing grottos with lots of streams

Outro (Elias Nava):

I gripped that mic and boy i knew it was a bold risk

I knew they'd hate but I still never gave a fuck 'bout what a hoe said

And i ain't comatose yet

So dope i'll leave you waking up in cold sweats