[Hook]:
"You
Only
So he decided to.."

[Verse One] [Journalist 103]:
Grabbed the rap game and put it in a choke hold
Make the comp submit like I was Stone Cold
Flyin' from the left direction of the turnbuckle
Elbow to the face, now watch 'em straight buckle
You dudes lack what it takes to handle heavy weights
Like a skinny dude pushin' a 45 plate
Get prepared it's history in the makin'
Red beam after King, shot down, the crown's taken
Bein' crushed like Galvatron's return
As I begin to serve every single word superb
From up and coming artists, even fans is gassed
To these toxic fumes, they soaked wearin' the black mask
It's the emergence of the real in the left lane
That make the music bang and cause a rampage
When they step on the front stage
Crowd go berserk cause the realness come forth to stake claim

[Hook]:
"You
Only
So he decided to.."

[Verse Two] [Paradime]:
Apollo and Journalist reached out for my services
Told them to give me 10, lay down a beat and watch me burn this bitch
I murder shit with no advertisement
And that's my word
Next motherfucker talk, he gon' take more shots than Curtis did
I'll leave you inverted with the preacher at your service
Sayin' a sermon about how your life had purpose
So ask yourself, is it worth it?
I'm tourniquet tight
That's every word I spit
So go 'head call me bitch, the city know that I'm the furthest shit
'Dro and the So Co
Coke by the boatload
Flows that are so cold
They'll leave hoes with a broke nose
Put 'em in choke holds
And squeeze till they throat close up
And they piss themselves wet, standin' in soaked clothes
I'm alone at the top, surrounded by broke molds
I got here by makin' cheap shots and throwin' low blows
I'm a mixture of a young buck and an old pro
'Dime and the Gas Mask, fuck you if you don't know

[Hook]:
"You
Only
So he decided to.."

[Verse Three] [Journalist 103]:
The rock is broken, the beast has been set free
Afflicting the brain of pain on the industry
So if rap is alive, my heart be the vicious rhythm
You just a guppy in shark water, I gotta kill 'em
My lyrical tongue is my weapon of choice
When I go to war so make your choice wisely
Only a few can ride beside me
I rep the home of big Proof and Dilla, that's where you'll find me
Journalist
103, the lyrical novelist
Backed by Apollo Brown, the beat's monstrous
The flow is toxic so inhale the fumes and
Put on the Gas Mask to intensive your high mood
Just ride out to the hydro
We here to clear the boom like a Mausberg shotgun with his cock son
We got a goal to accomplish
I'm fulfilling this pipe dream and a promise when I drop this

[Hook]:
"You
Only
So he decided to.."