[Verse 1: R.S]

Since an adolescence

Been actin hysterically

With all the shit I went through

I should be in therapy

I'd better be believe me

It'd be better for me

Thinkin of ways I'll make it

To stardom escaping poverty

This ain't no way to live

Racking up stacks of cash I wish

With all my shit fucked up still wishing

What do I have to give

Am I to pop a pill

Am allergic to

Success should I get some Benadryl

And then instill

Get a bag smoke it and shoot it up in my veins

What do I gotta to do to make it up in this game

Useless shit to make it hype around my name

So that one day it doesn't matter

What I say I get away so long I play by the rules

Write my way round some fools

Been toughened up a lot

And through that

I up and went outta my way and threw my

Anger and managing my emotions and man they flew by

Like a drive by

My thoughts just cruise I'm

Like tom

The mission I'm on is impossible

Oh wait hold on I wasn't done

Spitting this just whipping this shit

Like cream I'm frosting this beat

With you replaying this bit

Rewinding the tape

Or it be the VHS cassette

Hold up stop drop and roll

My flow is outta wack and outta control

Patrol my woah and hold my whole body disclosed

And keep on bashing my gourd and

I might just cook like Gordon

While I'm in the kitchen stoked and

The stoves hot and my bars transcend

All known laws of aviation I fly homeward

Wait space bound or homebound

Going in circles like a round a bout

To crash out so fuck it like I'm fuckin the beat like a rebound

Cuz I just can't let go like I boomerang

Bang and boom I rang my fuckin boo and then

It fucking went awry I cut goodbye

But anyway it didn't mean anything

In any case me rapping is everything

You might even think that I'm a fuckin con

Now let me hand yo ass over to Kon

[Verse 2: KonDDawg]

One two three I'm the boy in the cockpit

Mosh pit driver imma blow up quick like a rocket

Rocka rock your shit when I spit with the Wesson

Wordsmith catch you quick then I teach you a lesson

Quick wit? Dimwit? I'm ignant by profession

Professing my love for this rap shit

Then smack shit don't pack heat no rap sheet

No crash out no athlete quick feet but foul mouth

I'll mistreat this drumbeat not offbeat

But I got some pockets to rhyme in

I'm in my prime on my vibe on my bullshit

I put in the work and the time and the sweat then

I put in the work and the time and the Fuck it

That's enough practice

Gonna pack this beat up and roll it

Light it yeah I luminate the rap game

Way I'm lit up off this beat

Got all the other rappers hanging

They head down in defeat

With whole crowds jumping

Banging side to side I've got them off they feet

Starting a riot rocking back and forth between

Rubber bullets blasting trashcans bob the builder yes we can's

Like Afghans

We fight the power and you best dig it damn it we too good

This flower can't pick it

Stan's got some issues

And he's boutta stick it the big man's oppressive

So he's gotta kick it

So kick back an enjoy a revolution televised

But get off our way now that your ass have been advised

They telling lies

C'est la vie if you got opps in tel aviv and who are we

I'm doubting all the things that they are telling

Me

Why can't you see that Lockheed's got you locked on

Unimportant news

Importing hate

And all the lies that spew from all this

Media blues

All these

Hues of madness there's no rage

There is just sadness

The time for grief has passed

It's time to rage against the darkness

Can't pass the torch on

Waiting for greatness

The fight's here and now and I've brought it to your faces