[Intro: Sample]
"I shall remember
I feel free
Now I can look at myself and be proud
I'm laughing out-"

[Verse 1: Brent Bronze]
UH
Didn't think Brent was gonna show up
N***a I'm tryna get my flows and my O's up
So that when Jesus finally shows up
He gon' say damn Brent you the chosen one
Ozone flow, put a hole in one
Like we golfing or something, my flow on frozone son
Me, Xhef, and T like the holy trinity
Every word we spit like a photo son
Photon flow, let there be light we the gods of the game, even when we solo son
God damn
This too easy for me
I could switch thе flow up like AC to DC
Since we'vе been in the cut, we opened the wound, we mess it all up
Rulers in the rough, diamonds are soon, we know we next up
Frankenstein, a beautiful tomb, we back from the dead, got weapons on tuck
It's more than luck
Every word tells you to duck
We running amuck
Can't imitate the raw talent it's impossible
And we decimate the law of averages it's implausible
The rapping is easy, the living is not
I been ducking my dinners, penning my symptoms
My self doubt about everything else but my spittin' rhythm
I got a vision, and it's to tell all you rappers that I can turn you and your whole crews clothes to a shade of crimson, fallin' apart and still winning
[Interlude: Sample]
Every night I sleep now
No more lies
Things that I promised myself fell apart

*Beat Switch*

[Verse 2: Xhef]
How it all falls down
Fell apart with a bleeding heart
Standing in the snow saw the smoke shifting into art
T handed me the stone hit my phone so I did my part
Tied the rope round my waist looking up and threw it to the stars
And I got it off
Left 'em with the product minds are getting blown
Got wondering how this shit was ever unknown
Homegrown and we did it from the south
Maybe Momma Was Right power of word of mouth
Streets buzzing
Did it we don't need cussin'
So sincere they in the nosebleeds blushing
Growing up
Couldn't get a feature from my cousin
Now we grown know the boy turned the silence into something
Robust you know us
Building lines of code up
Backslash execute
What tomorrow owed us
In my bank account
Cause the hatred couldn't break me down
Need a guy to break down
The payments that I'm getting down
I was on the floor comatose in my depression
Now I look up at the stars for hours counting up my blessings
My nose been in the sky been breathing deeper lately
Understanding what the walls of my cell was changed me