[Verse 1: iLLmintaze]
This iLLmintaze, Kwyet and eRa
And we gon' break shit down real raw and for the betta
I love music I will control it
And shit on em rappers who ruin the lyrics with some stank bullshit so flush it
If you don't know who I am
Be listening carefully
I dunk any MC's bars like Lebron
Plus fatalities like a red card from a referee
In soccer kick the balls like a bitch to her enemies
But hold up, not to me
Bitch please I flip you booty backwards like a penny
And smash your head and make it look like the concrete's bleedin'
And laugh at you while u weep as a kid watchin' Elmo die on Sesame Street
Boom boom like east coast bitches bein' suicidal seein' Biggie's feet collapse on his flow-ical beats
And rest in peace for my role models but how can they
Knowing rap game isn't well complete with out me
On their beats that people be speakin' on for more views
Achoo, God bless you, Oh thank you but I don't need it I'm already blessed
By so many shit i have said a couple tracks if you want, go repeat it

[Verse 2: Kwyet]
This track's berzerk
It'll leave you hurt in the dirt
Now your nerves finna burst
Boom Buxx deserves to be heard
I bought u a dress shirt for your hearse
I'm asserting my worth
And I ain't talkin' net cause I'm broke
But for the best there is hope
I'll slit ya neck for this coke
My style is fun
This song for the wildest ones
Going to clubs, Blowing a dub
Any man with a gang sign throwing it up
Turn a nightclub to a crime scene
Put a TEC to a label exec's head and make him sign me
Asian rapper with the oddest appearance
Cursing like a motherfucker to bother your parents
Pop pills, the hot steel will leave cops killed
If rap don't get me rich, the rocks will
I'm hostile to any one not real
Leave all em men slain
Swear an oath I'm insane in the membrane
My pad has the illest lyrics, yours got pen stains
This is the endgame
Big boss, I order crimes
Cross the border line
Steal all your rhymes
My nut will leave your daughter blind
Got no money cause the cops extorted mine
Quarters, dimes
& I ain't even talking on coins
Put a period to end my verse cause it’s on point
[Verse 3: eRa]
Turn up the system
The pen is my victim
The meanin' is missing
The sins I'm comitting
I'm the only one to blame
Flippin' and rippin' and switchin' the game
Listen to what I written and the rhythm I'm fittin'
ERa spittin' and sippin' the pain
Today's hip hop is sad to me
Is it real hip hop or parodies?
Stop the clock
Give hip hop charity
Don't stop and stare in your seats
Everybody get up we tearing the beat
I took a pen and a sheet and set it free
I'm not saying or portraying anybody
I'm saying take the game to its original copy
I'm taking the hobby to a different lobby
To where the top be
Stop being sloppy
Escalate it
Elevate it
Innovate it
Try to make it from hated
To appreciated
Verbally raped it
If this were to be tasted
You'd be certainly wasted
I guess if you heard of me
You'd be suddenly faded
The debt you must know
I'mma pay it with a berzerk flow
I might just go off
We all know we write to show off
But I write what I know of
Only two shots
And already they lost the rooftops
Turn up the boom box
Rules gone cause we aimin' for new spots
Boom Buxx