[Verse 1: Substance810]
Uh, you hear a bit of this
You feeling like a kid again
Golden era synergist
It’s cold living in The Mitten
My lines too far out they told me reel em in
A bad boy like a Piston, I came to get the win
Heavy with the diction
A marksman like a Pistoleer
I created you fictional characters, I’m Charles Dickens
Bound to blow, I feel a strong friction
Look close, you can see the target symbol where the bombs hitting
Yo, I get a calm feeling when it’s chaotic
Long as the heads stay nodding
Grazzhoppa put the blades on it
Cutting like a chainsaw, the main course
Like my brother Siah, we remain the rawest
The flow got no stains, it’s flawless
Planted my seed a long time ago, I came to harvest
One of the greatest, hope they don’t ignore it
No matter what, the ink from my pen keeps pouring