(Chorus x2)
One time for my dogs who be catching cases
Drugs, crime, $#&@ the laws and their accusations

Blunt grinds on the floor when we pass and blaze it
So we gon' have to smack your face in if you act courageous


(Static Verse)
I'm traveling on this path of music exploration
When Static's on a track he spits with ruthless desperation

Ain't happy with the fact that I'm this loser in this ba!@&(t
With these loans I gotta pay for this useless education
I'm sick of begging landlords for cheaper payments

So if you're looking for me homie you can find me by the reefer fragrance
We need a balance between peace and anguish
So you better be careful how you treat your neighbors cause these streets are dangerous

Parents hate that what I say is abrasive
They hear the negative language, not the way I convey it
So they just, blame use rappers with no explanations from us

But we could give a $#&@ if our reputation suffers
Cause this is hip hop, the truest form of expression
It's like you're hearing the message but ignoring the lesson

So you can catch me buying albums supporting the legends
Or fresh off an L rip about to slaughter a session
So check it, I realize that the path tooken's a rigged road

I'm ready to sprint while you're flat flooted and pigeon toed
My style's tighter then Shaq put into midget clothes
Static's description is black hooded, and spitting flows

The whole's greater then the sum of its parts
So I put a pinless grenade in the trunk of your car
I hold razors that are sharp to rip your stomach apart

As my apocalyptic thoughts turn the sun into dark
This ain't a song it's a murder threat
To any hater Imma firmly turn your neck till you learn respect

I ain't religious, I'm a righteous man
Divine profit in the cypher with the mic in hand, God Damn