Alotta chitter-chatter on who's badder

Tryin to climb their crews ladder

But in a feud, them dudes scatter

So we aint here to prove 'you lose'

Just accelerate no matter how many fellas hate

And we aint gonna sink with that jealous weight

Wait, I wish I was smoother

Naw, I wish I was hardcore

Feelin suicidal if I cant provide those Suicide car doors

Nah, I cant relate, that aint my mindstate

I just wanna create opposite of the fake

And still make her behind shake

Hit the caboose

I give em the noose if they wanna get in the loop

I chop em like Spruce and dig em up at the roots

Couldn't give a fuck bout your loot

Its all in the aesthetic

It aint what you say, but how you said it

You keep thirsty for this flow

Even though its a diuretic

You could be on fire an never lit

Just choose your path etiquette

If you wanna last, just never quit

Dont hesitate you pathetic bitch

Yah, i said it lit

Thats intricate we weaven an woven

Everything that Im speakin is stolen off the top of my mind

Im leakin it

Rollin heaps of it

Breakin through any walls and barriers

Trojin

You emcees thinkin' you scarier, woe then

I don't wanna participate

When everybody just wanna see everybody else at their Wake

All these styles, Im so confused

Everybody wild and on the loose

So damn nutty, I want my own

But i can't get into my zone

So why dont I just leave the gate

Wide on open for yall to hate

And while you there

Just grab my keys

And rev me up

Its my release

Its my release

Witness the brink of Babylon

Whatup to Jinx and Kavawon

Yall created links and built the castle strong

Lit by Torch, to pass it on

If you didnt catch that one

Torch is Moke

The same Goat who paved the path we travel on

What to Vish 5150 and Ish

The whole B.C.U.G

Even that Rob Ripka bitch

Hit the switch, this album list is fuckin lit

Grab the oven mitts

Chew this grit, its tough as shit

I mean petrified logs

These styles been selected by God

Round the same time mic's were being tested by Augz

Another 5 years before I perfected my flaws

The objective to knock

Roofs off, and boost off

Through their shoes and socs

Fuck being stuck in one spot

Its time we move the clocks

All these styles, Im so confused

Everybody wild and on the loose

So damn nutty, I want my own

But i can't get into my zone

So why dont I just leave the gate

Wide on open for yall to hate

And while you there

Just grab my keys

And rev me up

Up in this abundant with several substances

Im inches from pinchin' a nerve an not flinchin'

Grippin the curve between indecision and intermission

Im wishin the crowd would stop bitchin

Its so loud and im itchen' for a better sitch to slip in

Not proud that im pissed and i wanna be sober

Not a wannabe ogre who thinks im spewin' the facts

When im vomiting yogurt til my throat hurts

No worse than being coerced into startin' a show you know it won't work

Ill go first, lets mumble a verse with no words

Yadda di blibbity, ya i know that you heard

Word to the birds

Bird up, Meow

Autotune that

Assume that position and move back

To when we would listen to 3 stacks

With 2 packs of lubed hats

For cooch cats who knew that

We just wanted to make the boots clack

True that

True to this truest influence

Who kept the hood with the druids

Used his movements to measure up from the square to the cubic

Whatever unit, you choose it

Long as you don't reduce it

Keep it exclusive, see

I be too elusive

Cause I aint talkin by twattin on the Twitter

I dont care how to use it

But it dont make me go Boo hoo hoo hoo bitch

Cause this is just music

Not amusement

Confusing as Rubiks

But its just so damn soothing to do this