[Verse 1: X]

I've been the king, get your fix

Anything tryna to intervene is at risk

Get the cream even if it means 'hit the lick'

I've been doing numbers like a triple beam and a brick

Man listen, I ham and my screws get loose

To use this booth you gotta solve a Rubik's cube

I'm skilled with it; build different; acoustic smooth

I've been my only competition since The Blueprint²

But they don't hear me, steady telling lies to the track

Speak on your name and then be surprised when you snap

Don't be the nigga that let his pride, get 'em snatched

If you listen close, you can hear the cries through the cracks

They'll tell you, youngin' we advice you, relax

You really wanna survive, subscribe to the facts

Instead of all this bullshit you see online

And I show you how to manipulate what we call time

I really got it, it's no good look to try me, fam

I pull up like IP man with Ali hands

Now they wan' switch they team 'cause Kyrie can

I'm still here with my day-ones, I be damned

Never in my life, better than 'aight

I pull up at your concert like 'lemme get the mic'

Exaggerating lines off of stuff they've seen

I don't have a problem with these rappers, but they just ain't me

I mean, damn, I really got this shit on lock

Now, don't let me find out who put a hit on Pac

'Cause Imma pull it from the coat like a rip-off watch

Open the door 'fore I pick y'all locks

Nigga it's X!

[Verse 2: PASSIONATE MC]

I was always on some raw shit, fucking pregnant thots

With the long dick till I hit the spot on their baby’s head

Where it was the softest, the hardest

You’re looking at the reason why this new generation is retarded

So if bars don’t belong on a song

I more than likely fucked your mother before you were born

They can blame me, ask the dumb slut if my name rings

Guess the fruit doesn’t fall far from the same tree

My dick game left them lil niggas limp brain, insane

How the risk changed to this sick plague

In play for the kids and the hits made

It’s a thick chain with the wrist like a whipped slave, Nigga!

Don’t even act like it’s such a surprise

‘cause I’m the type to make you think I’m a wonderful guy!

I’ll take a nigga that I hate, then run at his side!

Make him think I’m his best friend, there ain’t much to disguise!

I’ll even stick through everything, whatever comes to your mind!

It could be the birth of his child, or the one who’s his wife!

Showing nothing but love 'til they trust inside

But little do they all know that it’s all covered with lies!

I’m the one who puts the fun in this ride

For the day the revelation is made that I don’t fuck with his kind...

Tie his family up with a gun in the night

Just to take the loves of his life right in front of his eyes

I’m the personification of hatred that rhymes in a basement

The face of the dominant race in a prominent placement

Involved in the matrix evolving from the qualm of it’s nature

With doctors awaiting the reason the thermometers breaking

To feel the pressure rise, two fingers to press your eyes

Four fingers for the fist when I press your rise!

Now they sit so lovely, Schizo currently

Gotta Ethereum for the cryptocurrency

Fuck a bit coin

I punch harder than Johnny Cage pulling the split groin

I'm more nuts than Sig Freud

The power I use, put you on the dark side of the moon

Just think of the album cover for Pink Floyd

I dissect in this spectrum brother!

And divide like prisms divide light into sectioned colors

I’m second to none, sever you then sever your son

They always said that two heads is better than one

Can never be done! I just write nicest

Mind games like Kanye through a midlife crisis

I been liked nicest, been sniped with three night snipers

[Verse 3: Huey Briss]

Cry out; words fly out

Close friends' death got me ready to die now

Took a life line, no justice, just ice

Enemies play nice, but piss on your gravesite

Living the gang life shit is a dub

Shorty wanna be a thug, but it's never enough

War, hate, poverty, all in a pot

Mix 'em with some gunshots, you got my block

My youth getting got over streets and signs

When all they really needed was some piece of mind

Crying out for love in the form of drugs

Weed in a blunt, shit, lean in a cup, uh

The streets is a mutha man, word to Kurupt

Best friends set you up and then cry with your sons

Damn, we living in a physical hell, look

Can't kill Abel, Ham got Noah when he was naked

Shit is in the bible, I ain't making it up

Best friends turn fake over a couple of bucks

From Genesis to revelation

When it's all said and done I'm still in the conversation

It's Briss

[Verse 4: Daylyt]

I'm just a man with the vision - Kind of problems will he solve

Cold, Lynched, but will evolve

Chem trails, hell, I'm sick of the city smog

And now I see God in reverse we gettin' dogged

Wild pigs, that's the reason I'm still a hog

Hammer, I run from the slammer, I'm still a pog

Due to, me not having shit, I'm stealing hard

Need an outlet to energies we still in charge

The dream, from a seed is to get the ball

From a fetus, look what they feed us, we built the farm

Bleed us, got all of our real ones locked into building walls

So they bleed us, all of our leaders, they killed them all

Cletus I had a dream, hell naw, I wish I had a beam

When I'm ready to fight fire with fire, prior to fire

Men who sprayed my niggas, Imma spray them niggas

I'm just a victim of the struggle

Hussle, who they depicted, this the picture of the muscle

Ruffle, We pick up picket signs but we have forgotten out our cotton picking minds

See, we came from picking cotton, oh

Do you remember the time, nigga?

Oh, but you're Micheal Jackson?

Oh, I am Micheal Blackson, oh

Man, I can't get jiggy with this shit

I feel like Biggie with this shit; 'cause we ready to die

I dream death like a Freddy surprise, Vercetti's alive

I'm trying to give you a vice city, a gamble

Imma give you the dice city, a stab at it

Imma give you the nice city, no hood riots

We should go to the white cities, and let it burn

Sometimes I feel like an usher, 'times I feel like a buster

When they coming to rush us, all of us niggas hush up

Ain't no freedom of speech, no

We say a word and we get beat in the street, oh

Go to jail and get freed by the PO's, oh

That might be the reason we poor

Oh no, oh no

I gotta live to kill

See the haters; piece of 'gators we should kill

Put all that attention on Bill Cosby, what about Harvey Weinstein?

Got 'em