[Verse 1: Andre Loot]

Tilting to the walls, thinking bout intricate swords

To assassinate your reflex to animate my projects

Make em come alive to man

Kill em like I'm son of sam, no 44 ever gon get me

Bro I don't live by the swords so the sword won't ever hit me

I'm busy killing mental parasites like ripley

Stitch the head up, always scratchy and itchy

In a cat n mouse chase with myself

I think that I'm smarter than i am yet I don't seek any help

Had some helping hands, and now I'm the right plan

But on the wrong planet

Nocturnal weeks that I mismanage

You can hear all these nice words

But a gut hook won't heal with a bandage

But making art at night times keep me on the line of madness

[Verse 2: 10KNYX]

Look, look

During his dirty days, alternatives look insane

People slanging that caine

Or even twerking for change

Moving forward in life

Allowed to work on your aim

It wouldn't hurt to get paid

But work be irking your brain

Get verses out for the pain

This nightly sage, we age

But, shit, niggas ain't rushing

Just came out from the dungeon

They tried cutting my funding

Putting dents for the buffing

But all I hear is the bluffing

Choppa be du-du-du-dumping

Don't mind the impediment, I'm rhyming for my heaven-sent cousins

They lying, it's evident, I'm guided for forever, we up it

Better humbly clutch it, or you turning to puppet

They raging and cussing, seeing us rupture the function, on god