[Verse 1: NVY610]

Tired of getting knocked down I’m rolling with the punches

Codename duchess got my inches taking it to hundreds

Spitting lyrical combustion Murder niggas

With the dragons in my dungeon bitch I’m back on my music shit

Lucid trips screw loose but still equipped to whoop your ass

I’m running from the script I guess I’m acting now

My nigga T needed a verse so I grab my clips

Take aim and start gunning down ready for apocalypse

This the story of Legend 996

I’m using Jedi mind tricks to fool your optics

There ain’t a time where I’m not zooted constant

Like nigga can you be more conscious lost my mind

To my crazy thoughts in my subconscious but I keep cautious

To keep them in their boxes By my demons

I keep on getting haunted

[Interlude: Dr. Cornel West]

Countervaling forces and voices, in sonic confidence has always been "the major woke". The greatest tradition in the modern world. We still got tremendous talent, we got some geniuses out there, not like this brother! JAY-Z and Kanye, they geniuses...well Kanye got some problems with the president

*collective laughter*

[Verse 2: T Clipse]

I'm putting up a fight but they still haunting me

I Often spit philosophies Leonardo and Socrates

Ain't got shit on me I'm confident confident as cops can be

And I ain't rocking jewels 'cause I'm to busy dropping these

The realist nigga in a multi-city district

My distance is kept I ain't shootin' I be assistin'

You niggas looking envious My nigga NVY lent me this

Raw like a paper ain't never been into censorship

Fuck a silver spoon I took the spoon and I bent the shit

Patient for my fate to be great and I meant that shit

But it's hella long like the wait at the dentist is

Need a George Forman 'til I'm slurring all my sentences