[Verse 1: Red]

Siphon the - sickest line hyphen writing guy writing’s spit

Sky-shaker like Raijin, swear to the Titans

Sound of the Sirens, now he’s headed to rock bottom

I taught ‘em, I’m on ‘em to rock bottoms

Like leaves of autumn till I fall

Till I got ‘em all, scrawls stay raw like Quick Draw McGraw

Most meddle in tactile tasks while life pedals fast; I peddle raps like metal mask

It’s probable that the dice is seven sided

So I’m dragon riding - above heaven, leaven minded

Never mind then, you weren’t supposed to understand

Till I’m banned, I’m ‘a rule this fucking land

Just a man with a crayon in my right, time’s sands in my other hand

Hot as the motherland

In addition, I’m the sum of your problems

Sick of myths, truth in the pith of the fifth column

Deeper than that on radio loved by bovines

Loved by both sides of the spectrum, no lie

The wavelengths common, unlike the lines, like I

Hold the Key of Solomon, style carved with bolines

[Verse 2: LEM]

Black like Jackdaw, he smack raw, jack jaws

Ya'll jaw jack and scratch surface with your cat claws

I'm feeling a rumble inside my cockpit, I'm stocking up on some ramen that momma thinks is problem

Yo, studded like a dragon back, verse fire - dragons back

Take the heat, down pat, streets now

Where ya at?

A man ya half - a juvie, they just smirk n' laugh, until my time has passed I get ‘em groovy

It’s funny, the realest lyricists are thought blocked

And when they get heard it’s like the fools get bottle-shocked

When I'm through guess the tune got po chalked

Too many YouTubers on they mainstream flow mocks

Wait a minute, he still in it

He still sickening, momma - why you bickering I'm trynna make the hits with him

Promise its not for splits and gin, I spit it for them listening

(Do I jus-?…) Red:(Go right in)

(cough)(cough) Yo, pass me a water

Picket fence dream with a son and a daughter

But on a full moon the MIC make daddy slaughter

- and my shoulders never been broader

- [Whilst Rock Lee vs Gaara plays in the background]

Red: (So son…what’s up?!)

LEM: (What?)

Red: (Are we like…gonna release this stuff?)

LEM: (Yeah, are we gonna record whatchya Mc’call it?)

Red: (The thing is, we need – we need something to fill out the rest of the song)

LEM: (Or we could just end it)

Red: (Like – well ‘cause there’s so instru- instrumentation after we should like talk during it or somethin’)

LEM: (What should we do – ya know the night is young it’s only 9 o’clock)

Red: ([In song]: The night is young what the f- we gon-)

In Unison: ([In song]: Yuuuung Leeeeean, in the cuuuut)

LEM: (We should sing that for the rest of the thing, for the rest of the song)