[Verse 1: Simon Speech]
Speech on the beat with the talk
You let me teach with the chalk
When I finish I leave you in shock
And I don't even think that it's crazy enough
But enough is enough
You don't have to suck it all up
So life can be tough
Punch that witch in the gut
Put that witch in the bag, put the bag in a cab and drive her ass to the airport
Leave it under the flags, then go back to the lab, I wonder why I don't share more
First I gotta get famous
Wouldn't change what I write, be the same shit
Wouldn't pour out my soul for the payment
Shouldn't tell my secrets to a stranger
(...whatever…)
Here's my life in the rear
Hang on it's a little bit weird
What's that in my backyard, a deer
My brother shooting it, aim for the ear
Big house, gigantic yard
Good grades, so bizarre
Musician, no guitar
Can’t sing so I wrote some bars
And in the night I’m at work
Words battling other words
To get a place in my verse
Think you’ll be able to get to me first?
Playing unprotected, got Charlie, got the message
Sleeplessly a mess yeah, I'm literally restless
To find my love yes I fought
I found it, who would have thought
Of course I'm going in raw
You and me to the end til' we drop
But whats got me most amazed
Look at the team that I made
These boys are fairly great
Trying me now, no you know you too late
My life in a couple of bars
That rapper that don't own a car
That rapper that believe in god
Now I'm passing the mic, now tell me who you are
[Verse 2: Aeons Elevator]
Joke quotient moderate to high tier stand up
No fear I blossom quick, it's nice to hear a man for once
Motion smears, exotic twist, decisive steering, handle crush
Broken lyrics nonexistent, I am nearing tantric bust
Take the master tapes and put 'em in a time capsule
To time travel so you'll never get to buy this album
I yell out of turn compelled by a yearn
I never settle, I rebel pedal to medal and revel on medals for excelling the word search
Nerd cursed to to turn my concern to dirt merchants
Expecting to serve emergent conditional based versions
Already murdered - shit, I had to purchase a hearse for this
Undertaking great amounts of pressure by the pen stroke
Grinch mode
Dim folk writing like they wrist broke
I don't fucking tiptoe
Man I fucking drip prose
You dime-a-dozen fuckers pucker up and kiss the fishbowl

[Verse 3: VII]
VII is my name
I came to lyrically obliterate
Any competitors coming to get me, they're gonna be slayed
They never do stay
When Siete is giving out losses
Wannabe bosses get lost in graves
'Cuz they can't compete lyrically
They wanna defeat me
But they only play with rhymes and I'm an agoraphobe that's locked inside
I stay writing rhymes
'Cuz when I don't, thoughts of suicide plague my brain
And dying is something I really don't want today
With a mic in my (hand)
With a writing rhyme (and)
The vision to kill with precision
When I took it and peel 'em
Get rid of the body - division
The blood get to fizzin'
I flow the incision
I hit 'em with everything I got
When lettin' 'em off when writing fine [...]
Can't be held a seam
A gaseous being
Creeping up on the mic to take a rapper's life without him seeing
Rapping about how I'm the best that spits sick
To hammer the point home, when legend status hits
Come back and bump this
[Verse 4: Blakey Blake]
Dead bodies out the vacuum
Lightsabers for haters im in a bad mood
Spaceship got lasers im finna blast you
Down to the depths of hell and what have you
Space cowboy avoidin' all my bounty hunters
'Cuz they don't want it with me, i'll Randy Orton punt ya
Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I'm gonna kill today
'Cuz Im the Clint Eastwood of the Milky Way
Who would've thought I would have mass effect
I just started out tryna cash a check
Now I'm in the stars like an asterisk
Tell me why I gotta damage ya I really wanna know
Watching Rocket Power in a rocket ship I am a star
You other n***as Lars, you gossipin' go on to Mars
And die from the atmostphere
I tell you who the real star captain is

[Verse 5: Simon Speech]
I’m a nobody
Still I cloak bodys
You think I’m narcotics
Addictive are rhymes honest
When I don’t know what to rap about
That doesn’t mean you can help me out
You standing there talking bout’ subjects, I’m nodding, thinking that I’m way to complex
Gotta get away for a while
Gotta be alone right now
Don’t need any people around
Can’t focus, got limited time
That’s why I’m writing it down
So you can take part in the grind
Understand what I’m going through now
To be able to make me some dimes
Savan de Paul
Creating static, usage of volt
We was on call, DePaul DJ it all
Like it’s our call
Universes curse
To compare my verses
It’s my competitive urge
I’m on a mission and battling church
We go medieval, get shackled
My rap is fire, V’s dragon
Shits massive, I’m carrying weight like I’m a living castle
You up in my face, step back fool
If you get in my way imma stomp you
You try to rap me, I rob you
I’m on my killing, bring me a lawsuit
Your rap is way worse than pablo’s
No A&R will ever call you
To be clear it’s totally awful
Sounds like you about to fall of a barstool?
But now it’s all cool
Cause now we all rule
Savan dePaul, VII and Simon Speech - boom