Ya'll fill to hatin' to things that we makin', gun to yo head,
now a ^!$$% just shakin'. We comin' in like dentists floss you
out like a hitlist, shoot us up but don't know that we win

this. Back to the track your rhymes are wack in fact, were so
mysterious like if we brace then attack. We got one rule for
the deep of the streets, we conquer, destroy and like to $#&@

the beat. Listen to the %#@! we say, see and do, because you'll
be the last ^!$$% to $#&@ with our crew. Hit this up with
criticals being $#&@ing lyrical, ^!$$%s wanna test me so I can

get physical, hit you in your face now I come in first place, no
judgement, I'm all about the race. Watch me do a stand up,
wipe your whole race, we cookin' raw %#@! now come and

get a taste. Discrace your face with rhymes spitted from
my mind, push you back with it, so I call that punch-lines.
Rhymes flowin', so I'm just cruzing in a raft, split it out,

now I'm making raw beat and the bash. Doing verbal %#@!
to the things that I like, listen to our music and re-think that
it's tight,I got a gun so you better re-think even twice, I got

fine bullets that will last the whole night, (*##$.