[Verse 1: TABLEEK]

Sippin' lemonade i was livin in the shade

Selling tinted goggles at the pr parade

I had a cascade

A thought so sublime

A future like picasso my canvas was written rhymes

I was hanging wit gorillas thats the sign of the times

Until i understood we was designed by divineness

Thats the kinda thinkin make u wanna kill wit kindness

Opposite of you seein the world through blinders

So what you sayin, so what you playin wit

You snort a little power now you power and legit, shit

Sour skits hit the nail on the head

They cut it with some coolant now you end up fukin dead

Such a shame is shaitans plan my jinns is deenin

Why can't you make up your mind, and dead the in between a

Rock and a hard place hummin that rob base you basic

Seein scarface dreams man you need that lasik face it

We in a million dollar studio with beats from the basements, nig-ga!

[Verse 2: BLAKNERD (aka Daktur Banff)]

This is original ban-tissue

Stance of a top official

Got the signals

And sound waves to stop a missel

Plus a green lou ferrigno

Vibrate crystals with the intent to hit you

Where its meant to

The weight of the pencil times the mental

Equals pressure points getting pushed into

And make mince meat out of mices

Take cover intense heat out of mic devices

Breaks over, heathens

Wack rappers only hearing they dope from other wack niggas breddin

Now thats biting made easy

So exciting and appeasing

Barely breathing, rock hard from all the cock teasing

Execs call it pocket breazing

For the well oiled machining

One body blow

Leave you floor wobbled, stoned and cobbled

Clone in the bottle get smashed at full throttle

[Verse 3: STAN ILLA (from theEARDRUGZ)

My neutrons circle around my atoms in high velocity

Robin hood of the game attack the opposite of passively

ST spit aggressively like the government been testing me

Intensity like when the french carried they kings head thru the streets

Emcees nowadays be faker than diglycorides

So high, i can teleport to the deck of the enterprise

They just rhymin words

Figure out what you tryin to do

We bond jewels to melodies, iconic individuals

Exploitation of art i can never respect

A nigga said my flow old skool i wave em off like a fair catch

They need to exit stage left

They front an emulate death

Ready to hop off the ledge

The noose tight around they neck

The system with the music for my somalian cousins

And bars blarin hiphop on the narrow streets of dublin

And my aight lookin chick, from the south side of london

She said she diggin BURNTBERRY and our style she lovin

I got my passport up, from the hood to the pub stage

Then i might copulate with a cousin

Just another bar in the new ass ripper

16 bar serial killer STAN ILLA