[Verse 1: Denzil Porter]

Yo, Illmac, ask 'em if they want some parts with Porter

They put it all on the line, I'ma move 'em across the border

We come from a lost society formed from a lawless order

Got my back agaisnt the wall

Like I'm hangin' this cordless phone up

Still bang what our fathers taught us

Buggin' out on these lavas

Suited up without Jarvis

And stand for somethin' regardless

'Cause if you speak where your heart is, and it feel real there

No matter if you get defeated the crowd still will cheer

We rhyme with a mind that's timeless

Like lines of Dalai Lama

Even, allergy season, labels still don't have to sign us

It don't have to be friday or sunday

For us to do everything we can

To make it out of this barrel of sorrow

And they got us stuck in the deep-end, and it depends

And these weak rappers that suck, we should keep them

'Cause anyhow they go extinct

Illmac, what the fuck we gon' eat then?

Panda, express your choice

Your expressions test and annoyed

Don't even consider beefin', it is best you invest in soy

It is just your boy from Team Backpack and The Source

Where homies thought they came in first

Until they heard Steve Harvey's voice

I got that floor stash for the new food

More cash just to scoop through

‘Til my bank account done got more ads than a YouTube

And when it comes to streets

I’m tryin’ to make out, like a bad bitch

Hustling, we don’t stand stand stiff

For faster pages no bandwidth

And when I’m coppin' trees

For me, they make sure that the bags fit

You’re tryin' to get over me

You’ll be breakin' somethin' when landin'

Old chicks check me for practice

Even when trapped in marriage

Don’t have to put rings together

I pull up like Captain Planet

We about to change the world

Without the pampers and the whipes

Watch how many people die per rash in this shitty life

Illmac, take that!

[Verse 1: Illmaculate]

Daddy's home… fuck these rappers, though!

I'll leave the underground

And stack up bones, like the catacombs

I hack your phone and crash a drone into Alex Jones

Rockin' Yeezy's, pickin' pedals off of Amber Rose

When I write, my pen ignite

They don't really live that life, they're characters

Out of nowhere they got heart; that's a Twitter-like

I'll make an album in a night

Outshine the Sun with inner light

Miss my flight, still stomp through BK; no British Knights

Brooklyn's king—Biggie, right?

Portland's king—am I right?

Funny that they sleep on me like a Cali king

Kendrick, right?

It ain't no choice of freedom, voice of reason

I don't wanna be king; I wanna destroy the kingdom

Enjoy your evening! They're soft-spoken

If they feel strongly, closed mouths, open wounds

I'm a sore subject if you feel salty

From cold shoulders to "Yo, let's chill, homie!"

Chill, homie! Feel godly

And on Jesus you'll get killed; cross me!

Hold up, what's real? Roll up, drugs kill

Still rolled up bills on me; Bill Cosby crushed pills on me

Ill mindwork, eye sore, the gang's shy; Vice Lords

I'm on a Clydesdale, that means I'm on my high horse

Catch up! Just when they thought they had me

I'm off a single barrel, the double-barrel shot at Bambi

I'm Edward Scissorhands

Trimmin' crops in Cali, gettin' locked in county

They sleep on bars; this is not a Xanny

I'm poppin' out these like they're cotton candy

30's, 20's, 10's—not too shabby!

Alice in Wonderland; playin' with the cards you hand me

They sweet as vodka cran, this a shot of Brandy

They light as egg shells, walk it, I bet that omelette's nasty

Mutombo finger wave, then Shaq making Barkley angry

Throw it in their face

Ain't been on the block since Markus Camby

Infrared game, if I dot her then she call me daddy

I give a fuck how I'm comin' off, like a bra and panties; Ill!

[Interlude: Denzil Porter]

Mind if I use my phone real quick, Illmac?

Aight, check it! Look!

[Verse 2: Denzil Porter]

But it’s alright, though

I do gives a fuck, that’s how I might go

And those who slow the culture, I don’t like those

Me and y'all ain’t type close

Leave ‘em on a flat line, like a typo

What the fuck I look like readin’ off this iPhone?

See, I’m tryin' to change the world—am I askin' for much?

The elephant in the room, these pouchers after my tusk

But that thing go Budda budda when we bangin' that stuff

Have that Buddha fly in your stomach

Like you’re anxious as fuck

And here’s the best thing, move like how the best think

Tryin' to hold the ring, like I’m the best men

Wish every day was friday

So I’d treat everybody like Freshmen

So much moe mints you’d think my breath stinks

I’m interesting, hah

And my home Needs a face, that’s important

So I rose, like I play for the same place as Jordan

Move at the pace of Jeff Gordon

You got a list, I ain’t on it? Well, soon I’ll make sunny list

And rest in peace to Mohammed!

See what I’m pissed at?

Y'all share these STD’s, from where you piss at

And when it comes to money y'all don’t give back

Negro, please! Pay your dues! Let me see those fees!

Y'all movin' like you’re roots from GMO seeds

Dog, we don’t fall for that

My nigga grow up, though, we see those trees

Claimin' that he bear arms, but we see those sleeves

I said, he claim he bear arm, but we see those sleeves

Illmac, come kill this whole beat! My nigga, kill it

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]

Told them I wasn't playin'

I'm over being underrated, I'm one of the greatest

And that's just a humble statement!

My motivations are hunger pains, and my stomach achin'

Haters are on the list?

I don't rank 'em high enough to thank 'em

I'm from the gutter scrapin'

Passin' Father Time, puffin' Mother Nature

Jugglin' chainsaws balancin' love and hatred

I made it, they all knew me out in Portland

If I'm not your first pick, you're taking Bowie over Jordan

That's passin' on Durant, pickin' Oden in the [draft]

Probably going behind my back, like Sabonis with the pass

Hold up! They know I'm gonna spazz

I give them a gut feeling

Like Hopkins K.O.'ing Dela Hoya with the jab

Hold up! They know I'm gonna spazz, and my lack of fear

I'm Ali bangin' drums, yellin' out: "The champ is here!"

My bitch natural, really, you have to see her

My rap-career like 25th Hour

Talkin' to myself inside the bathroom mirror

I got them cowerin' in shame, flowers on your grave

Malcom with the chooper out; shower 'em with flames

I'm Martin Luther with the dream

The violence never changin'

Beltair with the rifle out on Piru reservations

Feel like crazy hords wagin' wars

The brave will take a stand

Broken treaties, shakin' hands

With Satan while he's makin' plans

In this game the fake expand

Explains how out-of-place I am

Like dead presidents' faces on sacred native land

It's hippies and outlaws, my band of beatles

Try to outlaw us? Well, fuck it, they tried to ban The Beatles

Critics take us in vain now, go ahead and grab the needle!

They change it up, like Game's style

When he collabs with people

I said, they change it up, like Game's style

When he collabs with people

Fuck it! I set different levels, tell 'em that

Bitch, we never count bars

Stayin' underground can only get the Devil how far

Clip the rebels, dial ours, hit the pedal, drivin' by

Then fire from the ride, like the Twisted Metal clown car

I tell a chick this ain't a Disney picture

Read my lips, like litterature

Want an explanation? Get Clarissa!

Hypocrite when I diss her

Get with a sister, like, "Sorry, princess!"

"Cinderella's missing slipper didn't fit ya!"

I'm sippin' liquor, smokin' good, makin' bad decisions

Acid trippin' with the baddest women got me actin' different

I had a vision once, the Addis kicked in

Of me gettin' ghost on her

'Cause her motives see-through, like an apparition

Huh, run up on 'em, barrel long, the gun revolvin'

Going ape, and done evolvin'

I feel bad for you, son

I hang up on one chick and got another callin'

I got 99 bitches—and they ain't one a problem!

Tell God that he'll have to do more than judge me

My mission underground, here's a few more to study

I cash in every cypher when my crew tour the country

In L.A. I'm Mula, in New York I'm Money—wassup!