[Sam King]
When the boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising
Don't be surprised when them rats start cannibalizing
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth
From mistaking the reef from being shallow, hollow and weak
I watch 'em wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumptions
This ain't the place for the faint of heart
It's cold and it loves nothing
Snare, kick, hi-hat
Boom bap, doom raps
Fast cash, class war
Click clack
Who that?
See me with a sword, better head for the door
Double-time, chop chop
Deep throat neck gash
Am I really gonna have to slow it down for all you dummies in the back?

[Refrain:]
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand got it past them
They always absent 'til the cash come
Come fuck around and catch a bad one
A bad one
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand got it past them
They always absent 'til the cash come
Come fuck around and catch a bad one
A bad one
[Ceschi]
Sometimes we gotta pull a fast one
I have seen many intelligent beings act dumb
Quick lick, up on the streets fools make a lot of excuses
Endless stories, call 'em slick rick
Bitch boys like to act tough 'til the moment erupts
You can punch drunkenly at me but I'll probably be dropping a Nazi
Click click, pop pop, twelve gonna put me in cuffs
It's okay, if I get locked up, i'ma be swimming in honey buns
Commissary paid, I don't need to break a leg, no I never had much luck
Only got a lot of love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop, and punk rock
Y'all so short-sighted trend-hoppers biting
Ain't nobody gonna get up in the way of my energy and they better be ready
For what the universe brings
Bitter pill, Fentanyl
I don't got enough fingers to count the friends it killed
Yes, I've kissed the floor before, linoleum
Girls have called me a fat wreck but now I win
We don't do this for the motherfucking fame, that's so fucking lame
Punk rap poseurs get the fuck out of our way
We were born into this game, fuck your Instagram
That brand new mohawk must have scrambled your brain

[The D.O.C.]
Ay, we used to say fuck the coppers on ayahuasca
All I want is knockers and poppers to keep it poppin'
I've been living so off balance
That even drowning's a fucking challenge
Violence every day
This ain't fuckin' fantasy island
N***as wildin'
I was when it used to be attitudes
Now it's just a minstrel, black fists
It's black fools
Clowns in blackface
Night of the fucking baseheads you fuckin' laced
Your homie is part of the fuckin' feds (ahhh)
But I saw light on that fuckin' mic
That fuckin' Fat Mike played some shit that I fuckin' liked
Sketchy motherfuckers from the night painted fucking right
We gon' stick our fuckin' fingers in the world's dykes
Trying to get these words out
Pushin' these fuckin' kites
Cuz you gon' serve a third of your fuckin' life
Tryin' to keep it hot boy
Got you another strike
Fuckin' with that pop boy
Eazy as Eric Wright
All I want is guns, food, and fun
Land, moon, and sun
Sovereign, watching my problems burn a trillion ones
On a bunch of bad bitches
Who gag his ass snitchin'
But fuck 'em cuz this shit ain't the same
That's how they livin'