Kool Aide:
It’s the lactose regiment bringing purgatory sentiment
Talking shit and shaking up ocean floor sediment
Never learned anything, all this shit, I was sent with it
I’m with the same dudes and we’re jumping all your friends again
Never gave a fuck so y’all could stay celibate
The voices in my head they keep recommending therapists
Divide land and straight conquer acres
Flow is off the wall but the patience is tapered
Bars dope like crack but you can taste it
Track is tight enough to leave a 16 vacant
Partially funded and artificial flavoring
Your bars insist of all those ’04 cadences
All along ready for war put me on sea bass and deeper chillin with a megaladon
Lets bring it back like the first part of echelon
Hold this pen and pad while I rewire Megatron

Oscar O’Neill:
Let me tell you a thing or two ‘bout the art of destruction
I can show you a thing or two if you follow instructions
All you need is a pen and paper, the proper production
Creating massive corruption, something the masses can fuck with
I’m spitting lyrical bullets, they're aimed at your chest
Cause in the past, they always told me to aim for success
I like to grab exotic women, spit game they’ll respect
Pleasuring dames in distress, playing hot games with their breasts, check it
I like to reminisce up on the old times
Back when Star & Buc Wild was a gold mine
Back when Star & Buc Wild took a nose dive
If anybody fronts, best believe they’re getting close-lined
We the one’s you may want to avoid
Me and The Squad we dropping bombs from Queens to Detroit
Other people do it for cash, I’m here filling the void
Oscar O’Neill, built to last, engineered to destroy