[Chorus: Sapient]
Cold numbness
I know something’s
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cold numbness
I know something’s up
What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 1: Al-One]
I could give two shits about your two cents
My crew ruthless, keeping ‘em tuned in
To that new shit, Green Tape
Banging out your speakers, exclusive
You too cool for this?
You hanging out with tweakers, I’m saying
What y’all be Tweeting is lame
Everybody a beast on the beat, until it’s actually playing
These little faggots keep on mentioning the Sandpeople name
Like they mad at us 'cause we on top and that ain’t gon’ change

[Verse 2: Ethic]
Light it up and smoke it, flyer than I’m supposed to be
On my old shit, why are standing close to me?
I’ve been fortunate, forcing this no limit poker style
Down the throats of these poor cynics
Huh, we let these haters keep chirping
We still around, so it ain’t really working
Y’all let us down, we let it ride
You don’t like what the fuck we gotta say, you can get in line
[Verse 3: Sapient]
Inside my dome, I know two people
I try to break ‘em down, but it goes too deep though
I ain’t ready to touch the abyss
And too many motherfuckers looking up to the kid
Got a life, got a wife, and a couple of kids
The cup will runneth over, but the cup’s got a lid
I can destroy or construct with my gift
Just wanna live in peace, but it doesn’t exist

[Chorus: Sapient]
Cold numbness
I know something’s
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cold numbness
I know something’s up
What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 4: Mo-B]
I’m ballsy
Always going ball deep
Compensating for my male pattern balding
The drank got me through the thick and thin
It takes more muscle to frown, I’m getting big
Yeah, I’m pissed on the rag
You a bitch, a bitch on the rag
You a kid with some kids on the way
I’m Eastbound & Down, peep out the pitch
[Verse 5: IAME]
I’ve been knowing my status is problematic
I’ve been told that these habits that of an addict
I can no longer keep my madness contained
Walk the streets screaming at no one, stop to ask you for change
Like, “You got a quarter? Thanks, now what else you got?”
Slit your vocal cords in case you try to yell for cops
To help you, shit, help me
I need enough for a prostitute, a nice room, and some soap to wash myself clean
If I’m caught, I need enough for a divorce attorney
You didn’t know I was this dirty, did you?
Well, someone said, since I’m white, I’m a wannabe Eminem
Might as well give into ‘em, now look, I’m sobered up and everything

[Verse 6: Goldini Bagwell]
If I wear all white everything, I’m tryna let the dirt show
All black’s to cover up the blood of a turncoat
You might’ve heard the way I make orange and gray out of a purple aid
During every commercial break ‘til the green burns away
They got jokes, but ain’t nobody laughing with ‘em
Placing your finger in my smoke is a bad decision
I make ish happen that a different algorithm
An houred vision, I’ve gone nuts
And I’ve brought the allen wrenches
I see it as a plus to have a few screws loose
I’m not held down, I can be hell-bound if I choose to
I mean, do what suits you
I live life to tie together pin stripes and let the truth loose
[Chorus: Sapient]
Cold numbness
I know something’s
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cold numbness
I know something’s up
What the fuck is wrong with me?

[Verse 7: Illmaculate]
Fuck a loss, I’m a sore winner
A couple acorns short of a (Umm…)
Fuck a metaphor, stick a fork in ‘em
It’s forbidden to war with us in Portland
Where my life is important and yours isn’t
For the record, I sort of meant it, it’s not being cocky
Everybody had thought it before I said it
And that’s a line that I swore I’d edit
Fuck it, I just spit this shit 'cause you listening, who’s more pathetic?
Shit, I’m looking forward to the morgue I’m heading to (Why?)
'Cause I’m bored to death of you (Fuck your perspective)
Stupid me, my face in the mirror stunned like
Who would think that they were the weird ones?
Na-ah, nuh-uh, I take no blame
Nada, nuh-uh, forget the whole thing
I treat your life like it never happened
Wash my hands of it, not thinking twice of my selfish actions

[Verse 8: OnlyOne]
I feel like jumping off a roof and shit
Don’t say you relate, I’m fucking crazy
I might actually do this shit (Do it then)
If I lose my grip, I might lose my grit
And shoot and miss (Whoops, I slipped)
I hear a lot you sayin’ to me
If it ain’t about guap or making some cheese, it ain’t a conversation to me
I don’t need to dumb down the game
Yea, Illmac the best, now get the fuck out my face

[Outro]
Sandpeople
Sandpeople, bitch