[Verse 1: Framework]
Whether dressed like King Tut on my own stuff
Or wearing some gold fronts while I smoke blunts
We haven’t ever fallen off and we won’t budge
Things are getting out of hand, yet we’re so clutch
If your arrogant, embarrassment, we’ll handle it
Like Pistol Pete Maravich
Too many games and you're tired and spent. It’s intense
Fighting over the size of the bench, huh?
And rap’s full of a lot of scare tactics
That others pump up as if they're an air mattress
I wanna see how far their tongue can reach
Outside their mouth while I upper cut their teeth!
But, the pee-wee league of emceeing on CD
Is sneaky as ads that repeat on the TV
And these two rhyme-writers don’t get excited
By keeping the crowd quiet as if it was laryngitis
We’ve elevated and risen, more complicated, ambitious
Yet, what a healthy opinion they're dishing, looking delicious

[Chorus:]
Silly Suck Sap Rap! I'm not having it!

[Verse 2: Celsius 7]
Okay, far from your average, abbot or savage
Crushin' these beats like Galactus on planets
Pushin' towards a better dream, leaked a bit of kerosene
Runnin' down a hole that's more twistier than ketamine
Let em lean... as I grasp that ivory
Tusk and I rush through the brush at high speeds
Flashin' a flush that 'gon free yer 5 Gs
And leavin' yuh busted and cryin' "why me?"
Devil in the details, duty to the dollaz
Daggers to my diaphragm if I don a collar
Envision tame impalas in the sands of Guatemala
Cuties cuttin' crops I'll be coolin' like a comma