Yo Sir Diesel
With my bro, Lord Sko

Ayo I got a lotta s*** to inform you, swarm fools
Like a beehive, stimulate you like you be high
Pull the stingers out, that’s the chaos that we bring about
Pain inducing, you can’t be like it ain’t conclusive
The harmonious funk with the flow and the bump
Make you feel like it’s only but once
We too real only phonies would front
Blow your eardrums like we put your dome in the trunk
We ain’t lonely the sum
Is even greater than the parts is
Velocity increase when the car shift
Halloween Imma see what’s the target
I got the pumpkin which way we gon’ carve it
George Washington Carver, yo peanut
Go defunct, nobody get to see much
My crew deep roll thicker than a tree trunk
X-Ray vision we could see what’s up, yup

Uh, denim jacket with a sheet of acid in the pocket
On my last dollar, still the kid has been a prophet
I ain’t takin’ doctors orders for nothin’
Percussion hits…
Hey, what happened to the music
Man, I don’t know
Beats me

Man, this Lord Sko f****** sucks man, f***

In Uptown streets
We’ll find the stash, never learned
Harmony goes in the night
Piff in Hand, feeling alright

Ha