[Verse One] [Reks]:

In Between The Lines

Powerful rhymes I pen 'em

Then I send 'em to S.T.A.T.I.K. for the Internet leak

I speak sentiments for niggas in the tenements

Those who can't catch na-na-na-na-na

Roadrunner flows, some are feelin' it

Heatin' up your ligaments

A lyricist, more than a little bit, I'm ill-

Literate, illiterate son of a bitch, spit

Considered inconsiderate

Hit you with the one two fist

Or bob and weave, hit 'em with the brrrrrr

Stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

Props don't give him, cause him rock different

Y'all race neck and neck, Reks in the distance

Far away

I spit further

In between lines commit murder

Third degree burn, verse will relearn, since nursery earn

As I turn foes into urns

Turn enemies to caskets

You don't need to ask if I'm gassed, I'm a showoff, bastards

I go off as if

I'm light switch, nice with a mic stick

Class is in session for rappers

In Between Lines I'm Cassius

Up on the ropes, leave gashes

Stitches

Y'all hit like bitches

Nail marks and scratches

I'll bury asses under canvas

This ain't Kansas

Dorothy, don't walk with me for the answers

My brain, heart, courage here

And I only tell motherfuckers to quit 'cause I care

Nah, I'm lyin' - cause I can

Cause I am

Better between the parallels

Me and Gargamels and you Smurfs better scram

This is In Between The Lines man

God Damn!

[Verse Two] [Freddie Gibbs]:

God Damn!

In the whip with 250 grams

Rollin' with my dude and his wife, she need to get a man

Cause he's sweating like a two dollar hoe in a church pew

Gotta keep my cool 'fore the car gets stopped and searched through

I talked my way to a speeding ticket, got back to dippin'

Left the officer in awe 'cause my English was so efficient

License and my registration legit

We in the van with yams, far as he know we on a family trip

So don't confuse it, I'm fusin' the truth with music

Caught the charges, the battle scars, bumps and bruises

So regardless if I ain't never pumped no units

I ain't never punked out and never lived no illusion

Never fabricate, my fan base just won't allow it

You gravitate to straight fakes, fags, and cowards

A nigga threw me off my game, I highly doubt it

That's like tryin' to throw a rock to the top of the Sears Tower

I'm Backwoods, they Zig Zag

Rappers is riffraff

Niggas be talkin' shit, we shut 'em up with a shit bag

Don't take my city for a joke

I'll lay a nigga on his motherfuckin' back

And get right back to the smoke

Cause Freddie Gibbs claim mo' doe, you dozin' off

Like Tiger Woods played more hoes than holes of golf

It could offend him dependin' how he perceive my rhymes

You'd see the vision if you could read between the lines

I'm on the grind