[Verse 1: Ric Da Vinci]

Put y’all on thin ice like Fantasia

These levels up automatic like cell data

No hook needed from us down goes Frazier

I got full control of the game like first player

Fuck a relapse this more a re-up

Not really worried about enemies and how I treat ‘em

Better leave ‘em

Boutta hit you with a fully automatic two-seater

While I'm shot-gunning a drink of this water flowing

Autumn weather cuz they falling from it

Burning tracks like race car that palindromic

Use Da Vinci bars to annihilate and get some powder from it

Outta rum but I ain’t outta breathe

That’s a lotto bucket to allowance money

What separates us isn’t just the bars

Man it’s how I run it

Two hits leave ‘em toothless

Better brace yourselves

Orthodontist coverage is upon your sufferin’

Dropping gold sense all over the track

I got sonic bumpin

Overdosing on unorthodox flow

Son you brothas I'm an uncle from it

Flow would even make Christian Bale (bail) like Na Na Na Na

Man this clip banana

Navigate me right to the goat status

I'mma win a grammy for my nana watching

Time in my hand

I ain’t talking watches

Lavish life

I want the walk-in closet

I’ll be moving my studio into a closet that’s bigger

Staying humble for the bigger picture

I be rippin' the flow until the internet turn into a schism

Then the God Flow gonna bridge it back together

With this 20/20 vision

Back in frame like the glasses taped

You would think it’s smoke and mirror

I’m a wizard with it

Put a trey in the back of competition

I'mma wash-a-ton, like I'm Bradley Beal

Pass it off like Jason Williams to some other Kings

Like we from Sacramento

Not Magic tricks you either fly or-land-oh my God

I'm seeing R3d

[Verse 2: J-R3d]

R3d is up next

I got the sixth sense

If I'm beefing with you

I'm speaking to death

My shots should be banned

I ain't talking absinthe

I take you to school

There will not be absence

Universal flows

I'm reading atlas

I'll always be on top

My foes are ad libs

19 ways I could kill you on vid

You are at risk

One bar erase you, you, & you

That's a hat trick

I was born a star

My last name asterisk

Yes I'm saint

But I'll square up

No Patrick

Fucking with a nigga

You will get ass kicked

All my words pierce your chest

Ain't vest that protect

I upset all the pest

Bet they stress if they step next to best

I detect any threat from the east to west

Press the Wess to ya temp

Then i pull and you rest

Nigga with every breath I go deeper in depth

Ain't no one that can test

I'm the ref and the vet

That will bench any guest on the court and in strength

So don't contest

Ever since recess

Always been a reject

Never had respect

So I had to reset

Killed all my pretense

That was my demons

Why would i regress

I built my defense

You could start heaving

It's never reaching

Pussy stop reaching

What is your reason

Do you like breathing?

Do you like sleeping?

You better reflect

Cuz I do not regret

I leave the beat roasted

Never been low-res

Loco like Lopez

That is my process

When I start floating

Bet they gon' protest

Even God notice

He be like (Oh shit!)

Spittin' the dopest

Grow like I'm lotus

As long I'm focused

Them niggas is hopeless

Stab 'em like Copeland

They are not coping

Spitting so much heat

Nigga now I'm fucking homeless

AH HAH

[Verse 3: Mugen Styles]

No cap

I just took a hella lot of caps

And now I’m tryna rap this shit

From the age of keeping money

In between the mattresses

We don’t bank on the establishment

Banana clip like a Cavendish

Traded for cosmic assistance

But I still keep a little piece

Gotta keep the peace

We got

Witches in the west and the east

My lil bro he know alchemy

We got the space of a galaxy

This is the palace

And I am the king

Wonderland

Ain’t the looking glass

That it seem

Everything is gonna come to pass

I’ve seen it all in my dreams

Fuck with Ratchets

Like you Flew Over the Cuckoo

Some of you rappers sound like

You had a lobotomy done to you

Gold honey drip

On my wrist

Baby I’m winning

Winnie the Pooh

I got a story for you

I’ll go from live in the stu

To stories, got two

Doing it solo

Or three to the group

Mugen, Jinn, Fuu

Back to the roots

Champloo

Anything you can do

I can do

Better

The chitter chatter

Rinse and lathering

My ego

It's out of control

But I could fit everything I own

My possessions

In my vehicle

Lot of people been possessive

With they feelings lately

Man I don’t know

I just figured we could all heal

Cause away from the light it get cold

7FEED YOUR SOUL7

7FEED YOUR SOUL7

7FEED YOUR SOUL7