[Intro: Murs, The Grouch & Shing02]

(Man) Fuck!

Uncontent (Knamsayin'?)

(Mines, unemployed and shit) Just, goin' through

Fuck (Bitch shit)

Bitch shit, that's right

[Verse 1: Murs]

It always seems that once you're comfortable with your surroundings

That's when you begin to lose your grounding

But I only feel like life is just testing me

Or is it forcing me to fulfil my destiny?

Stuck in the cycle of gaining and losing

Is it just me or is everyone cruising

Through this lifestream

Though my dreams of rolling with a tight team

Are finally coming true

But all these lines of doubt just keep running through

My viewfinder (Damn), which just serves as a reminder

That this shit could fall through at any given time

'Cause in this movie called "life" I'm just out to say my lines

Before they roll the credits, so let it be known

That Murs is comfortable living a few notches below

The comfort zone

[Interlude: Shing02]

Now this Shing0, check it

[Verse 2: Shing02]

[*Rapping in Japanese*]

[Verse 3: Axiom]

I'm in very specific transitions upon studio sessions, appears the Axiom

As I age, little annoying situations irk to the point of standing activation

For instance, in the winter

I think I inherited this unfaithful condition from renditions of my grandma's genetic coding

Those in relation get an aching sensation and in painstaking need

Extreme cold regards of all the seasons

[?] I mean

The small pluses of joy ain't nearly as overbearing as comparative anatomy

We're fucking water physics

Visually, people apply creed

'Cause they bound within boundaries of acquiring the consumables

But the shit you come up on is on difference

Be gathering property gettin' repossessed by them

You got those taxes

Physical backlashes ain't guaranteeing all your money is pocket stuffings

To all [?] I'm uncomfortable, uncontent somewhat

'Cause to have something is nothing compared to the next man's collectives

Working such a phobia surfaced from origin but then again

Why grief, society's [?] off on lies

Niggas in the ghetto lease autos in reverse, can't afford [?] payments

On must notice

While it's a cinch for the rich to purchase mad shit, with plastic

[Interlude: Axiom]

Yeah, yeah

I'm in favour of specific transitions, up on studio sessions appears Axiom

That verse was some studio sessions

Just for you fools to know, the beat is super, super, super tight

ASR10 quality, 4-Track, somewhere in the backyard

I ain't trippin'

[Verse 4: The Grouch]

I remember when I was young

I used to be sprung off the thought

That I would play with any toy that my mother bought

Probably brought to my attention by commercials of the first fools

To have it on my block

And those who didn't jock, and I was shocked when mom would buy it

Just to keep me quiet

I would go inside and try it (Try it), out and they'd deny it

When they broke it, whoever it was, 'cause they were folks

It didn't matter much, I just had to get a clutch (Man)

On that new shit

[Verse 5: Bas1]

We're not liking the new shit

Making whack MC's hit the exit

You should be leaving, by swan and seasoning

Of your brain with much pain

I'm uncontent with the shit you sent

The shit you sent is not representing

I'm quite hinting, tinting

Making you be relenting

I'm resenting every word you wrote to me

How dare you think you're doper than me

I'm quoting the, floating the

Rhyme, past your anatomy

It's a tragedy, Bas be magically

Making you retire

You're going to perspire

Sweating, never letting go

Until I tell you so

No I won't, leave it, so be it

You wanna battle Bas1, you just achieved the last level of Saga

I pound that head in, like a sewing [?]

Live it on acapella, I smell ya

You're smelling like emptiness, don't tempt me, this is just a

Little bit of my flow

As we're going off, and you're going on

To the last level, to the underground graves