[Verse 1: Slug]
Put it under the needle and drop it on the one, boy
Your mama say that I be rappin' in my dad voice
Defense mech to protect me from the fuck toys
Joysticks, see me swerve through these asteroids
Life is good, V.G. plus
But, yo, I still got that hunger to hold a box cutter
Let me carve my name in your security blanket
I'm sleepin' on a train on a sweat-stained mattress
I'm not expectin' company, hit the floor
If death comes for me somebody gotta get the door
You might choke on a sucker from the liquor store
We might get so high we don't exist no more
I'm like smoke, I'm supposed to rise
That's why you blow both of us towards the sky
So close the blinds and lend me your time
All of your enemies'll eventually die
[Verse 2: Gifted Gab]
Pen game methane, Slug said to gas the shit
Spit flame just to keep the matches lit
They say I'm half insane, the other half immaculate, could you imagine it?
Whatever, I don't like to shoot 'cause I'm just way too accurate
When they be at you they don't ever at you, that's the wackest shit
And ain't too many bitches that can hang or even match my wits
I mean, I've had it up to here, I'm talkin' Atmosphere
'Cause I don't even talk to them, they say I'm too cavalier
I'm like your greatest livin' fear when I twist the gears
Gimme props, I ain't have to drop a bitch in several years
I look at OGs as my only peers
So let me know when you done playin' in the snow, the slopes for real skiers
I'm droppin' real tears from laughin' at you weirdos
Drag you lil'— by your earlobes
Number one stunner, stone cold, below zero
Too dope, I'ma need more than one kilo
Put it under the needle and drop it on the one, boy
Your mama say that I be rappin' in my dad voice
Defense mech to protect me from the fuck toys
Joysticks, see me swerve through these asteroids
Life is good, V.G. plus
But, yo, I still got that hunger to hold a box cutter
Let me carve my name in your security blanket
I'm sleepin' on a train on a sweat-stained mattress
I'm not expectin' company, hit the floor
If death comes for me somebody gotta get the door
You might choke on a sucker from the liquor store
We might get so high we don't exist no more
I'm like smoke, I'm supposed to rise
That's why you blow both of us towards the sky
So close the blinds and lend me your time
All of your enemies'll eventually die
[Verse 2: Gifted Gab]
Pen game methane, Slug said to gas the shit
Spit flame just to keep the matches lit
They say I'm half insane, the other half immaculate, could you imagine it?
Whatever, I don't like to shoot 'cause I'm just way too accurate
When they be at you they don't ever at you, that's the wackest shit
And ain't too many bitches that can hang or even match my wits
I mean, I've had it up to here, I'm talkin' Atmosphere
'Cause I don't even talk to them, they say I'm too cavalier
I'm like your greatest livin' fear when I twist the gears
Gimme props, I ain't have to drop a bitch in several years
I look at OGs as my only peers
So let me know when you done playin' in the snow, the slopes for real skiers
I'm droppin' real tears from laughin' at you weirdos
Drag you lil'— by your earlobes
Number one stunner, stone cold, below zero
Too dope, I'ma need more than one kilo
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