[Verse 1: Clymax]
I gotta get it out the mud, I’m a golem
I just wanted to be rich when I growed up
Never thought that I could shine but I glowed up
Try to rock the platinum chains with the gold tux
Man, I took the long road, ain’t no shortcuts
‘cause you know I’m built tough like a Ford truck
Had to take these bitches’ hearts, [get it thrown up?]
‘cause I’m married to the game, no adulterer
On a quest, ain’t no questions I got quotas
Yeah, I’m military minded, I’m a soldier
Gotta do it for my people, thought I told ya
Man, I had to spill the beans, fuck Goya
See that little money, they sell out, I scream and I yell out
They think that’s the reason we fell out
Man, hold up, we held out
They ask for my help, I say hell nah
[?] call ‘em hellhounds
[?] get the scale out
On the stage he was spellbound
I’m muddy like that Activis, wreckin’ ain’t no accident
Shoot my shot, I’m accurate, my rivals keep on vanishing
Microphones I’m banishing, my flow is a contaminant
I’m just doing me, but they imitate as [flagrant?]
Ain’t no doubting, I’ma get ya if I owe ya
In the lab, I’m a chemist with the formula
All these lines on my paper got my nose numb
It’s my time, let’s go get it, what’s the holdup?
[Verse 2: K-Rino]
I wake up in the morning, nah, I wake up in the evening
No, I’m not lazy, I was just writing heat while others were sleeping
Some people think indecent thoughts of me yet love what I’m speaking
By the time I reach my speech’s completion, I leave jugular’s leaking
It’s hard to keep count when the amount of industry puppets increasing
It could be [?] against me and I’ll never get touched ‘cause I’m covered with defense
It’s better just keeping the peace when you in these streets so smother your beefing
‘cause false pretenses will get you caught up in a troubling sequence
The men who lavish in static usually don’t get passed it
The ones who grab the apparatus fastest won’t get blasted
That’s just mathematics, we know it yet we try to mask it
If you know the answer to the question, why’d you ask it?
Don’t take it personal, I throw these jabs from force of habit
You mad at me ‘cause you was [?] from [?] fabric, you lame as [?]
Why be mad because we came and smashed?
Don’t hate the winners if your game is bad, blame your dad