[Verse 1: Charlie Chan (C-Chan)]

We bipolar high rollers

Ya'll [?]

The born alone die alone anthem

For [?]

Brandishing the [?]

[?]

She righteous like the sex ain't raw unless the [?]

Sliders smoke these loaders

Stay gold, land mine supernovas

Ain't getting older

We getting over under your focus

Take it for granted

Manic suicide sickles pumping nickels

We so glad we landed

See me and my similar mind [?]

Is to remind us

Rip it to stitches

Open it up and let it flow

It's so religious it's ugly

But you [?] cup and go [?]

Whatever you need

There's an omen over us

Heavy to breathe

I ain't ready to leave

You the only but you know me

Just kill that shit b

Subversive [?] for my freaks

And I ain't see since [?]

The slow bleed and [?]

[?] just can't fuck with these villains

[Verse 2: Cage]

I don't even draw any lines

I just stand to the left

Whichever patterns put in position

The cancer it spreads

So by the time the bars finished

[?] dance with death

When the song ends

You get a massage for the cramp in your neck

It's damned that the mechanic

Crammed in the box of this planet

Eat drugs and ride with sheeps on mass transit

Beside my self like I just puffed purple

Not a drug but how I rapped in circles

I take some uber-dramatic tragic shit from my life

And splash it in song

Kids were later addicts

Pen clicks with a new chemical to try

I'm built to spill or fly

Dressed to kill or die

Sensitive verse so I speak explicit

At dog fights high like granddad over the pacific

Put cigarettes out on my arm

To disrupt the calm

I gotta check the blunt three times

When I puff with Dusted Dons

[Verse 3: Govone]

I go through bitches quick

Because after I smash I lose total interest, sick

I know but I don't know no different

We from the place where jakes will catch you slippin'

With [?] liquid

And no one listens to the wind

We just supposed to kick it

But when it blows it's wicked

The breeze will freeze you in your tracks

And catch you postin' dolo

Split your shoulders open ended

My homies go and get it

Always rollin' blitted

Wisdom mixed with culture

Like [?] over-blended over linen

With broken pigeons

Gas will blow from cola flippin'

And soldiers pin your ass with gats

And close your soul in prison

Overloaded, holdin' victims

Snatch and overdose your system

Breakdown, standing [?]

But go the distance through the late rounds

While you scared to face down

We gon' tear this place up

Terror prepare to take crowns

It's the stimulus brothers

Nothin' compare to [?]

In the [?] of the gutter

Under the air [?] safe ground

[Verse 3: Tame One]

I'm experienced in experimenting

Smoking spearmints

And dunking cigarettes in

Cinnamon chemical leak liniments

And if ignorance is bliss

One more pull and imma be full of happiness

With the most toxic product from wacky packages, Convenient ingredients

The time travelin' dirty Jersey Tame One

Flew over the Cuckoo's nest [?] Mac McMurphy

Niggerish Jack Nicholson [?] addict

In a straight jacket

Workin' at it just to irk this nurse ratchet

On trips worse than acid

Blackouts hurt fanatics

I went from a gateway drug to Tame stay buzzed

Off tragic magic

Be gentle with it

Leak can make you a mental midget

Effin with it, you'll be in some shit like you was stepping in it It's like [?] peppermint Schnapps

Shredded, wetted, toxic dime stuff

Halfway ashtray foreplay for the mindfucked

Wind up in [?] with numbers under your chin

Screaming "The reefer did it!"

Like Martin Lawrence or Big Lurch getting fingerprinted

[Verse 4: L.I.S]

No matter what you go

Like always or die

Like a slow suicide

All that stress in your life

Plus mind and body collide

Another ride to the other side

But [?] with a pain

And it lurks 'til you never feel the same

And it hurts like the rain

And forever leaves you bloodstained, physically strained

I keep a dose of combat in my briefcase for the lames

Who always seem to sleep on

He who spit flames

[?] will rip dames

[?] your names

[?] it's Kurt Cobain

Mister murk your whole frame

Berserk Coltrane

With a nine milli

On some sensual slug killing

They look at me and they think

Yo this wigga drug dealing

But my corporate status the baddest

[?] your daughter

[?] a little man in a boat

[?] anger and tension for those who tread in rising water