[Intro]

Ooh-wee
Give it one more chance
Original, never ask where the style's from
I don't think you mean the same thing we mean when we say style
When we say style we mean [scratching]
Check this shit out

[Verse - Qwazaar]

The doubt in the air
We are the flying saucers
You brought a hundred or nothing
They couldn't pull us off'a
But we in this motherfucker
You know it's not a toss up
We are the best Chicago's got to offer

Strip the digital
Prepare to buff your masters
Four we horse
Kick the wickedness up out your pastures
Loose nine, south side
I'm a get the vote
Off the spit I just wrote
I ain't blowing smoke

[Verse - Denizen Kane]

I get up with ease
Like I was born in a tree
Like I swing a machete
From the neck or the knees

I'm medically-ly
The sick of the baby
Leave the mother and the father
Full of disease

I came for weed
Then I left the C
Then got a cover of the body
Of the sinner I be

All praise to the free
To the tri-nada-ty-ty
The sign of the Christ
Of the water to be

[Verse - Qwel]

Smash into the particle
The shard of the hologram
I asked me what I thought I would have bought
You know I did it

I dug a bigger money pit
And fit it right in it
But those who like to listen listen
And those who don't behold the vision

The number never under undefined finded
Equal fission
Sleep through nothing
The others complete the matrices

With those who didn't
Please refrain from saying you did it
Complain about paying dues
Just a basic hater maître d'

[Hook]

TC, we came to get down
Turn the system up while we fucking around
You listening to Typical, the original sound
But if you want to see the throne then consider the crown

(x2)

[Verse - Qwazaar]

Little witty bit it
Without a bottom or rest yet
Told them to let me coda
Now its colder flip is devilish

But I circle swanner
No counter with chicken on the sticks
Sit out of this whatever gliss
So get up off the de-dig

Yo I might'a really want to change the worldwide
Cause I rather blow trees, or listen to their girl
I tell them latest greatest latest favorite then they blow five
Later when the neighbor spotted dotted up with both eyes

[Verse - Denizen Kane]

So Qwa re-did it, and Qwel re-spin it
And I remember they all repeat it
And see if they all deep seated
De-capitated fading into the vapor

They be crunking
But it is embedded
End up into my head
Then I be crunking

And if I could edit
My debt would be credited
I would trade my life for death
And be ascended

[Verse - Qwel]

Sick of killer slys
Teach the skill of killer fly
Shady dealers still finn'a
Dodge the friends
I'm not a cannibal pretending
When they all look down
Think the quotables were written
On the sign up with sand

Rhymers from pitt
Swallowing holler hollow and politics
We abolitionists according to ink
Acknowledge the knowledge of Solomon
To wallow in sorrow
We're finn'a find a diamond
Now rewind it again

[Hook]
[DJ Natural Scratches]
[Outtro]