[Silas]
Flip the bird to the opposition
Slick talk make you catch fall
Catch wreck, wrecking ball, to this kind creed
Lion bleed
I'mma be who I be till I'm six feet and I'm six three
On the races to rap racists in a cocoon
Weave loom, as I ease through
Tapestry thoughts, ya my shit wove deep
Comma, I'm off ya, I lost ya, with intellect
Since 14 I been a threat
Generation degenerate, cause we thinking different
We positioned and we separated
Its rebel or expel is our only decision
It's divide or expand our vision, and I'm in it for the ladder
We gon keep climbing, keep lions off our back
For salad n***as toss dressing
Dressing up as something different gon leave your muffin missing
Nothing missing just a couple screws
We supper glued that, so now I'm stuck
Pass another dutch, I'm bout to roll up
Jay was right, life nothing but a beach chair
See clear when you looking thorough these eyes
I'm looking for a surprise trying get my footing right
You wouldn't bite if I baited right?
Let's debate it right?
Fuck all that shit, I'd rather not participate
I'm indifferent to bullshit
Care less what yall n***as is doing
[Hook]
That's because he the muthafuckin man
He's the muthafuckin man, muthafuckin man

[Tae]
Uh, the wind to my back, perfect condition
Vision clear, so you know I'm gonna get it
In due time you gon see what at the end of the ine
Flashy with that shine, enhanced with that feeling
No engine its the vibration from the Rapala I'm bout to cast
Learn the technique how to make that bitch dance
I was lake fishing, now I'm on this ocean
Catching bangers, smoking potent
We had the stripped bass fillet
Lemon garlic butter, smothered wit that essence
Epic fresh shit, the finest sticky green
Blue dreaming, fuck the lean, straight cheefing
Building up a resume, if you could say
They got it for the price I've paid
Living ain't cheap, nowadays
So I keep my rhymes tight
In the night I see the visions in my reach
Turn off the light
I wrote rest in peace, to the beat
Building up a fleet, driving down Commercial Street
Catch us on a Sunday, Race Point Beach
Laughing, white women, to exquisite
Alanis Morissette feeeling
Life from the Nos, this life so cold so I strive in the winter
Hear the words of a winner, stories told
Eighty Four - I was born, the good lord made it so
Such a blessing

[Outro]
Your methods, your, your, how, how, how articulately barbed you can be - ends up simply being ineffective when you have much more power of influence than what is currently reflected in your output