On wax, imma lit a fuse, y’all n***as whack, needa get in tune, you never held a plaque in ya own living room, can I go back to where we was usually spitting doom? It’s humorous, you n***as ain’t doing shit, but just sit and loom, get a broom to sweep this dust off, y’all actors dumb soft, I munch off beats, you lunch off bitches who jump-offs, come across a lot of weakness, y’all running off to hide in secret, when guns involved, they confide in the precinct, weaklings with statements, they complacent when placed in situations, I’m just tryna make it, just in case if I get sedated, by some foul bitch who snitch and claim I ain’t give her payments, n***as is clowns in this zip and the circus is they placement, I’m waiting to snap, break you with axe, I blaze you in lyrical, empirical, spiritual fact, I’m ripping through cracks, positioned for my instance to rap, non-political liberal who spitting syllables fast, giving you cap? Nada, I hit you back like piñatas, he get a rack or a dollar, think he’s a master and scholar, when serving crack and the powder, I murk tracks, then burn confederate flags and mantras, I heard you rat to ya father, I dead the doctors who helped you, my hot’ll melt you, the numb dum-dums ain’t felt you, so you non-essential, it’s non-coincidental how I’m ripping instrumentals, I’ve given them my mental, just in case I break the pencil... GONE!