[Intro]

Super Duty Tough Weight

[Verse 1: Rob Sonic]

Keep it one hundred like a fever or a beeper code

This for every hipster, lip your zipper and your "Beat It" coat

Jesus Jones right here, mice ears, pet rock

Supercatafragalista secret words for red hot

Feds watch unmarked cars that look like mommy drove

Karate Kid it's obvious the posse get Miyagi-Do

Bobby don't start and get benched in the fourth

But go harder than your tartar in the Benjamin Moore

Slept on the floor, woke up thinking must escape

"What it is" is "What it is" and what it isn't doesn't pay

Another day, another door that mustn't fall and try to stack

And hit the corner market for the margarine and Dimetapp

The kind of cat to wash you with the Comet and the orange Crush

Opposite the ketchup near the ratchets with the Jordan 1's

Everything is terrible, I'm daring you to mountain bike

Master of the puppets and the freaks that won't come out at night

Leading you around the bend, heading you off at the pass

Squeezing stones until they bled, comparing Orange to Applejack

Rap attack, magic wand, levitating lemon trick

The devil needs to eat well in the details in your breakfast bitch

With the fire in them riders in the cherry paint

No car, just a Tarzan with the bars

That wants to marry Jane

Barely say come to supper filing forks

So lay back motherfucker, don't ride the white horse

[Verse 2: Breeze Brewin]

Yo, usually when you hearing not for nothing

For real I bet it's about something just think of the double negative

Bringing up something relevant, elephant in the room or intelligence to consume

Is you getting this like my dude, there's some devilish type of doom

And it's coming, or is it nothing like but and I'll probably handle this

Forecasting or more foreshadowing, Ozymandias

Until you can't fake it, as it's getting bad breaking

Would you rather hear it or some cavalierish Hank Schrader shit

From critical degrees to reaching pinnacles

You see you need the irons and the niacins, minerals, Marie

And then fuck it the time's up and forget it your rhymes stunk

And yet you couldn't smell the coffee

Until it's could you get him off me?

As you were sinking, you were thinking, I'm good to go

Would you rather have him pull on your coat

Or your foot from your throat

Or a scary scenario like bro you [shouldn't] alone

Or brothers hit you with a tissue for some boogers to blow

Gesundheit or zipper pulled life, the choice yours

And I ain't really talking, people squawking until their voice sore

Just a nonchalant confidant, on some cousin

You best to listen, respect the wisdom with not for nothing