[Verse 1: Decay]

I'm the one you don't sit on

Even if it's what you gotta do to get on

I be a mic you can't spit on

Four letter word never blowing off dusties

Everything is everything but everything is trust me

I follow old school rules, I don't need tools

Fuck around, I just might grab you by your neck tight

D-E-C-A-Y relate easy

Slick with a scruffy beard and my hair peasy

[Verse 2: Astonish]

Yo I step on the scene with Guess on the jeans

And break your team down effortlessly

They be talking a whole lot, that shit ain't impressive to me

A lot of niggas rapping, I do this professionally

Please cease fire so we can reach higher

Fuck all of that fronting shit claiming that you ducking it

I am what I am, that's all that I is

This is the mixtape niggas yo I handle the biz

[Verse 3: Scheme]

A young nasty bastard master of ceremonies

I'm blasting off at the cameras, I'm bucking with all my glory

End of story, new beginning

I'm finger far in the game got the pen upon the choker and I'm spitting ink at a page

Simply amazed I'm crazed leave rappers emblazoned

Words and thoughts within your scheming and slanging them 'em in the page

I'm rage against the machine, the face of the grand machine

Roll in motherfuckers I welcome them into the team

[Interlude:]

When you hear what I've got to say

I'm sure you won't be able to turn your head away

[Verse 4: Astonish]

Yeah yeah I'm back in the spot

Got my name popping up like a jack-in-the-box

Cause one verse will put your man in a box

You amateurs stop you might have been hot back when cannabis dropped

But now it's oh wait

No way your shit is getting spins

Probably cause you busy trying to keep up with the trendsetter

I'm here from now until forever

Don't know who I'm behind but I know who I'm ahead of

[Verse 5: Scheme]

Yeah I'm a soldier, a monster the arts of this have taught ya

The karma, the oligarch jump on to reap those amongst us

The angst of a Langston Hughes with the mind of a God, bless I

Can't fuck with cowards or I'll end up to the rise

Sip a muzz of the mountains of hoffas for most of my way in office

You fuckers will never harvest the heart of a coming artist

The hardest rapper in rawness is dropping another artist

I'm walking into the game, y'all fuckers leaving in coffins

[Verse 6: Decay]

Back for the second time but not the second hand

Hope you understand that the cut-off is here fam

Stand up, it's man down, run laps around clowns

Who don't rise above under underground

Chi-town representing, we grab the microphone as the three deadly henchmen

With Snowgoons on the offensive

And burn like gas creating stars that you see from afar

With each bar you get scarred, it don't matter who you are

[Outro:]

When you hear what I've got to say

I'm sure you won't be able to turn your head away

Cause what I'm gonna talk about

Nobody nobody wants to be without