Verse 1 - Cinco:

I don't need you (Uh)
But I want you (And)
Not gonna hunt you (Uh)
I'm gonna haunt you (Damn)
And, yeah, I'm drawn to (Uh)
What I cannot attain
And everything that I explain
Is just me spitting game
See, I am not like other people
Nosediving from the top of a steeple
I'm ducking and dodging the evil
But all of my attempts seem feeble
Thread that needle... Impossible
Hallucinate my obstacles
Success, it is improbable
Because they feed us all a lot of bull
And we eat it
Bite the hand that's feeding
We're bred to ask no reason
Til the day that we cease our breathing
So don't question, just believe it
You better break yourself from that mold right now
And we hold shit down with a bold-ass sound
Me and BKnitts style like holy cow (x3)
Verse 2 - BKnitts:

Holy cow, I'm hungry. Ate a burger out in Budapest
Hella turkey waiting out in Istanbul, I'm shooting West
Chuck a brain against the wall. It's pretty much the noodle test
My flows cold, dog - take some Sudafed, I'll do the rest
You can bet the dude is stressed
But never clutching to a bottle, there's
About a billion thoughts to bare, I'm witnessing you're not aware
You're victim to the plot of their... mind eaters...
This rap game is like solitaire mixed with minesweeper
I'll let that sink in
I could blow at any minute if I think and play my cards right
Banging like a carbine but treat it like a part time
Locked up on a dark night. Saving sonnets in my archive
Anthropomorphic like The Far Side
Another white rapper from the burbs? What a hard life
Every time I spit I sit back to watch the bar rise
It's mine
I'm from a city where it snows in the spring time
So I'm spending most of my days on the inside
Toe tapping to tracks tip toeing over thin ice
Then getting sucked under by depression like a riptide
Look behind his eyes. There's more than meets the retina
I'm a firm believer in believing in a zealot
I think it's wise to listen to the man that never says much
A child of the world there ain't no point in throwing sets up
Contemplating peep the plate upon my conscience
Floating in the ether - could have swore I was beyond it
Reaching out to thoughts quick. Speaking like I'm Gandhi
Wishing for connection to the people that surround me
I know the concepts strange
Just wanna help you believe
And if I can't make a change
Maybe there ain't room for me