[Verse 1: Sebastian Dark]

Swiss cheese and level three, better be ready for the brat

Bustin bustin biggedy bustas keep yo pockets on fat

With a jib star razor, what's fuckin' with that?

Sebastian so sick where the birds caught the flu at

Stealthy, Karate choppin hoes like my wu-tang style

Kung Fu Sebby at it again and everyone going wild

Creating fire you smellin smoke? Nah its just my bitches with the black and mild

But I'm smoking kush around the bush like my name is Kyle

My bars so sick you have a cold but it isn't snowing yet

I'm so icy, me and my homies flying higher than the Boeing jets

Got the green and nobody's moving like the cars aren't going yet

Mother fuckers owe me a lot like the whole country is in debt

[Verse 2: Sebastian Dark]

All of yall mother fuckers be so damn obnoxious

Y'all don't got this, feeling aggressive and dark like i'm gothic

If I had a dangerous mind I would at least confess it get some logic

Fame needs to get out of my way cause I'm trying to spit heat

Have people firing shots at each other like when I was in the streets

Got people sitting in my mansion like I just bought that bitch a new seat

I make rappers stay quiet like they some special kids that can't speak

It's like Dale Earnhardt's in my heart cause it keeps racing

I be running the motha fuckin game like playstation

Who are you to be rankin'? You know Sebastian's been tankin'

Highkey like the key's in the sky call me Benjamin Franklin

From the Journey of space and witnessed the Chronicle

That is what I smoked on as soon as we found the impossible

They say the arena is sold out but don't take anything as gospel

Put you in a grave underground like a fossil

Not even 23 and i'm in the air like my Jordan shoes

The rooftop isn't the only thing over your head its probably my bars too

I'm in the area I take place like they had queued for food

Mother fuckers need Mo' cess like the prophet of the Jews

Aggressive as fuck like i'm Cosmic don't make me switch another side

I just started rechargin like I'm a phone and I just died

[Verse 3: Sebastian Dark]

At 3am hey Tyrone I just got this chicken deep fried

Fuck the haters I'll let in the ones who want to ride

You shoppin for food when I done ate it all call me the food lion

I spit heat on the track like i'm frying, bring new shit like I am designing

I'm still fisted like someone ironed this, I'm writin this with an iron fist

Your face starting to turn red like you got some psoriasis

Chilling on my throne I dare you to step in my lair

Hailing to God like it just stormed during a prayer

Have people with signs saying I should be the new Mayor

Shooting these enemies down, all of them surrendered like they signed a waiver

Ready for this battle now entering into the death zone

My bars are strengthening as buildings blow up like my cell phone

You can not kill me like i'm undead bitch i'm bad to the bone

No one can be in my lane like I just put up traffic cones

But I don't give a fuck I just repowered up with my homie Tyrone

Just know damn well that I ain't fighting this battle alone