[Verse 1: Brewin]
Check, check it
Fuckin with a nigga like myself you learns fear
LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the ho's butt naked
Youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome
But you like, 'Look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb'
You want attention B? I flaunt ascension vocally
First team all universe meanwhile your squad is benchin' locally
Don't mention jokily, "ayo dem niggas ain't atomic"
Ain't the comic niggas gutsy, after the disembowelin'
Don't fuck around, I eat out for your shorty with the crew
When she be rapin' heads, she want a tape and dreads
And thought of you, a little stinger
My shit'll bring epitome ya bitterly jealous
Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
How you do it, I'll devour you, it's simple shit'll get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid box
So front I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears, just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'
[Verse 2: J-Treds]
Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin' the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'
Material crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario of dominance
Defeating weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty communists
Raisin' my Iron Curtain revealin' my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin' to cause a racket, or front the menace
My words speak for themselves, so feel me
Cause on the mic I've got more presence
Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear, hear
Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
Check, check it
Fuckin with a nigga like myself you learns fear
LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the ho's butt naked
Youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome
But you like, 'Look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb'
You want attention B? I flaunt ascension vocally
First team all universe meanwhile your squad is benchin' locally
Don't mention jokily, "ayo dem niggas ain't atomic"
Ain't the comic niggas gutsy, after the disembowelin'
Don't fuck around, I eat out for your shorty with the crew
When she be rapin' heads, she want a tape and dreads
And thought of you, a little stinger
My shit'll bring epitome ya bitterly jealous
Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
How you do it, I'll devour you, it's simple shit'll get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid box
So front I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears, just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'
[Verse 2: J-Treds]
Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin' the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'
Material crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario of dominance
Defeating weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty communists
Raisin' my Iron Curtain revealin' my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin' to cause a racket, or front the menace
My words speak for themselves, so feel me
Cause on the mic I've got more presence
Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear, hear
Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
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