[Verse 1: Julius]
All a n***a really need is a pencil and pad, simple as that
I'mma murder any beat, slow tempo or fast
I'm not even a little bit concerned with the instrumental
Just give me a track when I get in the lab
When I mention this shit like my pistol gon' spit
You should figure it's meant both figurative and the literal sense cuz I'm grippin' a strap
But I realy don't gotta put a fingerprint on my Mac
Cuz my lyrical Mac is a pencil attack
Peep how these sentences stick to a pattern
Filled up with syllables, rhymin' with pencil and pad
But can you anticipate that? I'mma switch it like ah
You know that I'm cold
Ready for any war, if it's on then it's on
A n***a put his blood, sweat and tears
A n***a put his heart and soul in the song, crushin' bones in the song
The way them Horseshoe n***as be fittin' and slippin' these lyrics
It's eerily similar to Bone on a song
You can put that n***a Julius on any track with any rapper, he holdin' his own
Wait, let me get up in this bitch
Give the listener a little bit of the venomous spit
If I send every individual enemy to the abyss then I'm givin' a legitimate attempt

[Verse 2: Kenny]
If you don't know, you better know, uh
Ya n***a got a better flow, yeh
I put on a better show, uh
I'm put on a pedestal, yeh yeh
I'm blowin' that better O, uh
I go where the cheddar go, yeh
I'm dope as the letters wrote, uh
A poet professional, yeh yeh
Hard as a Mayweather blow, uh
Bars stronger than a tether-rope, yeh
Gun long as a telescope, uh
Steel, where it's at? You'll never know, yeh yeh
Flow on the track and my flow gon' attack
I'mma blow on the sack then rap 'til you motherfuckers don't wanna rap
I'm so dope, I'm crack
What's poppin' and cracklin'? I'm known to snap
I hear you n***as sayin' y'all the coldest pack
Woah woah, hold on, relax
N***as got a lot of nerve quotin' that
My n***as killin' beats, that they know is a fact
Wakin' n***as from they sleep, call us a Folgers ad
My Circle in the streets, call us a cul-de-sac
N***as in my gang, if you think you do the same
But they couldn't hang if they was a coat on the rack
[Verse 3: Demetrius]
I got a rap doctrine, spittin' flammable toxin
Wish I could travel back in the past and battle the top 10
Rappers of all time, Big Daddy and Rakim
Knockin' em out the ring when I swing faster than Hopsin
Verbally swingin' faster than my shadow when I'm shadow boxin'
Then battle you fans when I'm out of options
Rappers get panic attacks when I'm rappin' around the track faster than Danica Patrick when I'm rockin'
We the criminal pinnacle, feelin' refillable clips to them killable syllables, lyrical murderers
That'll clear a vacinity when I be feelin' the sinister energy, no one can lyrically murder us
I be givin' my haters no love
Hittin' they bitches below the waist with no glove
When you mention the sickest and wickedest lyricists and the most infamous syndicate, n***a refer to us
Yeah my brain is a futuristic computer chip mixed with an Uzi clip
Confusin' you when I shoot you with it cause you a crucifix
On some Judas shit, or you're the moon in a solar eclipse
That mean you crossed God's son
But you too stupid to get that