[Verse 1: Nazeem]

So many ways, so many ways to die, it's lit

I hope they don't kill me on stage

That could never be done ain't you heard how I spit

Got sulfur and dope in my veins

I'm holding my coca it cook like some grits

My 40 is fully appraised

I can not trust you if you smoking mids

Many men fail to take on the challenge in life

Rather lay down like mannequins

For 50 cent

Might fuck around and ravish the night

If the price is right then I'm in

We thugging and dining on venison

This world belong to the citizens

I been a G for the longest

I just might feast on a carcass

I'm killing the nonsense

I keep some kief in a cartridge

Ima just smoke one of these niggas soon as they start shit

It's 30 below

Run into 30s get throwed, then hit the lows

Blunt in my hand, bang in my chest

Smoke in my lungs and your girl at my show

Bitch I got plans, I hustle to death

All these cadavers I'm killing them all

Hard as they seem

They cannot fuck with Nazeem or with the team

I'm in the arsenal mean

Arsonist artist in Queens, it's a regime

Pardon proverbial streams

The salt in this soldier can sing, I'm serving the fiends

Something that's priceless its purpose

I put my life in these verses, fuck do you mean

[Verse 2: student 1]

Scribble and stop

Stuck in a stagnant realm off the top

Topple my confidence take all my guap

Take all my tweaking and take it to levels of Everest

Everlasting on a beat

Never don't sever a king, any street

Any day, any direction the hands on your clock will be pointing

I promise I take its position

Put that on my five panel with the white X

Got on my shirt inside out

Sure to be surely at the adversaries necks

Don't be absurd in the doubt

What I be telling me all of the time

Ollie it all, after all homie I'm

Already ready to roll up a dime

Roll up and roll out the crib

I cannot recollection any reason for holding any anger today

To be true, Lu never toupee

Don't be acting like you gotta be the God

I promise that it's better to pray

Caught up with the neediness and the wants

Really all of y'all are men of ponce

I can body y'all in many fonts

Make your funeral a renaissance

You get no sleep, all my penning haunts

Your dreams until you expelling pee

Dope as the doja they selling me

Every statements a felony

Up in the poem that I'm yelling free

Everything student 1 wrote rad

Read it

I bet it be benzo on benzo on all the pages in my notepad