[Verse 1: Curly Castro]

Burning purple mountains

Obsessing like Berman

Verses at the deadline and it's gotta be perfect

Curly Hemming Plex, I go over that wording

It best be black magic, Philly Julius Irving

Broad Street bully bomb

Gully with my stussy on

Scully with one leg waits for Hannibal to dine upo

Royal crown of Tennenbaum

Matching with them track suits

Came a long way from when Malakai was living proof

Proof was living

Shady had his shirt off, him was Brooklyn too

Frantic situation, stolen moments of the three to two

Jammin' on the one

Cosby kids truant out of school

Troopin' by boot camp

Rockin camo Timbs, Doctor Dooom

Biggie on the mount

Crack commandments and the mad rap

Idolators who belong in hell when Pookie's belt snap

Gun drawn, dick hard

Moment Nino's head crack

Crack era Trump thе current meaning of a red cap

[Verse 2: Breeze Brewin]

Yo, try to drеam

Get it in your soul

On some gotta get the devil in his hole

Like The Wire theme

Dealin' with all kinda schemes

Hella shit is foul

Think your head is in the clouds, then you finding steam

Blow it off, dandelion seeds

Man denying needs for they kids

Sure they biz going off

Going soft, never that

Get it back, better black

Legends beat them legacies

[?] knowin' loss (pick it up, pick it up)

I was a shorty riding home after dark

Kinda sparked playing

Finding the moon with love

Y'all little shorties on the phone

So numb & ho hummin' seekin’ China balloons above

It's all a Matrix, avoiding they tricks

It be hard & if we starvin' as we eyin' a spoon is rough

Times is deep and getting tense (indeed)

If we try to keep the innocence, what kind of cocoon's enough?

[Verse 3: PremRock]

Sucks the air out of the room

Hunger barely sated

No exaggerating, the fragrance of freshly raided tombs

"Play on, play on," that familar tune

You are what you leaved unexhumed

I know a lot of what I say has been lifted off of men's room stalls

And being placed in gifted class won't get you far

The blessed few, festooned with something fresh bloomed

Wander 'round the rec room like rebel INS Tune

The sonnet much ado about nothing

And even less to do with you

Sanity teetering, dressing just a flesh wound

Sarah Gilles Peterson freshman at the prom

I sneaked a liter into the restroom

If you ain't him then let's see the leader then, zimzalabim

Make sure the work of the dollar bend

Flashed a grin, modern metropolitan (what you smilin' at?)

We've got at least two lives to give tonight

Living proof of what you given to when you ain't livin' right

Crystallize the plight

You can sniff it right up off the kitchen knife

Cost of living well beyond that sticker price, right?