[Verse 1]

I've been waiting for this shit to erupt
In a glass shell, been rocking back and forth for a month
(for a month)
I can't remember the name of a coward only the pain and the scars gained contour the veins, brother
I put the rank on my back
Let the information sink when you gaze at the facts
I'll be waiting for the double headed snake and the rat
I need to react and then adapt
Before the climax and keep intact, cuz (uh)
I keep a terror attack style like cyrax blowing up the mass, mask on (what)
I'm in a class above a black belt just like a master
Bow to disaster
Sipping blood dripping from a dagger
Relax like two fat hits of blue magic
Raised by the classics
First release on repeat, turn them all into addicts

(Yeah, and they still ain't fucking with us)

[Chorus]

You can't fuck with my clique
Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch
You can't fuck with my clique
When you're living in a state of mind you can't fix
You can't fuck with my clique
Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch
You can't fuck with my clique
When you're living in a state of mind you can't fix