Rosie at Rubber Tracks Pro Era (Ft. Aaron Rose, Chuck Strangers, CJ Fly, Dessy Hinds, Dirty Sanchez 47, Dyemond Lewis, Joey Bada$$ & Kirk Knight)

[Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis]
It’s all illusions, fixed gear cruising
Fixed reality shrouded from governmental pollution
I ain’t a saint, the holy ghost up in my aura rebuked it
It’s the era of indigo and they go with the preachin
I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish
Cause I notice I’m slowly becoming way more imbalanced
A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice
Solid gold angel coming back to burn down this Babylon
Has told many tales, his flows you could sells
Mastering wind elements, I move with the gales

[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
‘Cause I’m a socialite in the night, bitch get right enable
I’m boxin yo dorm, Put my Nikes on the coffee table
My tongue’s below her navel, she makes it where her skills enable
Seals my hands on her extremities, we’re choppin up these remedies
Came in between her and I
We leave it to the constellations like should we continue relations?
I think not cause all I do is smoke pot
And make beats, and yo ass just want back shots

[Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez]
Smoker’s club, Michael Jordan how I’m killin 4 quarters
You stashin' the trash, hoarder
Yo girl startin to bath water, it’s Dirty
And that’s not an introduction, it’s nutchin
Dirt on my shoulders, like Hova
My niggas turn boulders soft, that’s the shit that me and jovid saw uh
And now its like Pro Era in stores
All my niggas opening doors
All my bitches is braless, flawless more or less
Balance was the key, more action less speaking
Everybody wants a piece
Peace