[Intro: Kay Flock]
Like, grrah-grrah, like
Like, grrah-grrah
(21st-century schizoid man)
Grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow-baow-baow
Like, everything dead, n***a, huh
Ayo, C Blu, what's crackin', n***a?
Like, like, look

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
We gon' talk on the facts, like
We gon' get into that
Rah-Rah, he saw me he ain't let it clap, like (Pussy)
Ask him how much I threw back (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm a demon, I like to react
Spin through the Well, tryna catch us a pack, like
Two shots, gon' make him collapse
I do not smoke Mex' 'cause that n***a wack, like (He wack, like)
(21st-century schizoid man)

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
We get muddy, I tell her no tipsy (No tipsy)
We spot a opp anywherе it get litty, like
Spot a Vato, this shit gon' get mixy (Dummy)
Throw a shot, put thе knocks in her titty (Baow, baow, baow)
EBK, DOA's, in the spot it get gritty (Dummy)
Try to run, put the dot on his kidney (Like, like)
Free gang (Free gang), Free Gotti (Gotti)
Bro in the spot and he ridin' with Oppy (Like)
If I don't got the knocks, I'm with Notti
Scottie got 30, he move extra cocky (Cocky, gang)
He get shot if he think he gon' box me (Dummy)
Don't need a DV, call Monae or Nani (Nani)
[Verse 3: DThang]
It's the life that I'm livin', I'm always on go, like
And they know I'ma throw, like
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat
Told them free all my hearts from the rock to road
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat, like
21st-century schizoid man
They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched
I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt
Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck
She know what I said what I said just to rump
Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck
We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump
Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck
Oh, oh, that boy outta luck
And he know he my buzzin and I love him to death, but
I just don't give a fuck
B Lovee on the set, man that boy better duck
Call Bando, my demon, 2Pac, hit 'em up, like
Cause they know what we do, like
How many opps got put on the news?
Yeah, Roscoe a bitch, he got beat out his shoes
Put a switch on the Glock, they can't climb when we through, like
And they know that we different
Free TDot, almost done with his sentence (Like)
And I'm still in the trenches
Free all my demons locked down in them cells
[Outro]
I'm still here, n***a
Yo its that DThang, n***a
Make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em ya heard?
21st-century schizoid man
R.I.P. Woo