[Verse 1: Denzil Porter]
Yo, Illmac, ask 'em if they want some parts with Porter
They put it all on the line, I'ma move 'em across the border
We come from a lost society formed from a lawless order
Got my back agaisnt the wall
Like I'm hangin' this cordless phone up
Still bang what our fathers taught us
Buggin' out on these lavas
Suited up without Jarvis
And stand for somethin' regardless
'Cause if you speak where your heart is, and it feel real there
No matter if you get defeated the crowd still will cheer
We rhyme with a mind that's timeless
Like lines of Dalai Lama
Even, allergy season, labels still don't have to sign us
It don't have to be friday or sunday
For us to do everything we can
To make it out of this barrel of sorrow
And they got us stuck in the deep-end, and it depends
And these weak rappers that suck, we should keep them
'Cause anyhow they go extinct
Illmac, what the fuck we gon' eat then?
Panda, express your choice
Your expressions test and annoyed
Don't even consider beefin', it is best you invest in soy
It is just your boy from Team Backpack and The Source
Where homies thought they came in first
Until they heard Steve Harvey's voice
I got that floor stash for the new food
More cash just to scoop through
‘Til my bank account done got more ads than a YouTube
And when it comes to streets
I’m tryin’ to make out, like a bad bitch
Hustling, we don’t stand stand stiff
For faster pages no bandwidth
And when I’m coppin' trees
For me, they make sure that the bags fit
You’re tryin' to get over me
You’ll be breakin' somethin' when landin'
Old chicks check me for practice
Even when trapped in marriage
Don’t have to put rings together
I pull up like Captain Planet
We about to change the world
Without the pampers and the whipes
Watch how many people die per rash in this shitty life
Illmac, take that!
[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
Daddy's home… fuck these rappers, though!
I'll leave the underground
And stack up bones, like the catacombs
I hack your phone and crash a drone into Alex Jones
Rockin' Yeezy's, pickin' pedals off of Amber Rose
When I write, my pen ignite
They don't really live that life, they're characters
Out of nowhere they got heart; that's a Twitter-like
I'll make an album in a night
Outshine the Sun with inner light
Miss my flight, still stomp through BK; no British Knights
Brooklyn's king—Biggie, right?
Portland's king—am I right?
Funny that they sleep on me like a Cali king
Kendrick, right?
It ain't no choice of freedom, voice of reason
I don't wanna be king; I wanna destroy the kingdom
Enjoy your evening! They're soft-spoken
If they feel strongly, closed mouths, open wounds
I'm a sore subject if you feel salty
From cold shoulders to "Yo, let's chill, homie!"
Chill, homie! Feel godly
And on Jesus you'll get killed; cross me!
Hold up, what's real? Roll up, drugs kill
Still rolled up bills on me; Bill Cosby crushed pills on me
Ill mindwork, eye sore, the gang's shy; Vice Lords
I'm on a Clydesdale, that means I'm on my high horse
Catch up! Just when they thought they had me
I'm off a single barrel, the double-barrel shot at Bambi
I'm Edward Scissorhands
Trimmin' crops in Cali, gettin' locked in county
They sleep on bars; this is not a Xanny
I'm poppin' out these like they're cotton candy
30's, 20's, 10's—not too shabby!
Alice in Wonderland; playin' with the cards you hand me
They sweet as vodka cran, this a shot of Brandy
They light as egg shells, walk it, I bet that omelette's nasty
Mutombo finger wave, then Shaq making Barkley angry
Throw it in their face
Ain't been on the block since Markus Camby
Infrared game, if I dot her then she call me daddy
I give a fuck how I'm comin' off, like a bra and panties; Ill!
[Interlude: Denzil Porter]
Mind if I use my phone real quick, Illmac?
Aight, check it! Look!

[Verse 2: Denzil Porter]
But it’s alright, though
I do gives a fuck, that’s how I might go
And those who slow the culture, I don’t like those
Me and y'all ain’t type close
Leave ‘em on a flat line, like a typo
What the fuck I look like readin’ off this iPhone?
See, I’m tryin' to change the world—am I askin' for much?
The elephant in the room, these pouchers after my tusk
But that thing go Budda budda when we bangin' that stuff
Have that Buddha fly in your stomach
Like you’re anxious as fuck
And here’s the best thing, move like how the best think
Tryin' to hold the ring, like I’m the best men
Wish every day was friday
So I’d treat everybody like Freshmen
So much moe mints you’d think my breath stinks
I’m interesting, hah
And my home Needs a face, that’s important
So I rose, like I play for the same place as Jordan
Move at the pace of Jeff Gordon
You got a list, I ain’t on it? Well, soon I’ll make sunny list
And rest in peace to Mohammed!
See what I’m pissed at?
Y'all share these STD’s, from where you piss at
And when it comes to money y'all don’t give back
Negro, please! Pay your dues! Let me see those fees!
Y'all movin' like you’re roots from GMO seeds
Dog, we don’t fall for that
My n***a grow up, though, we see those trees
Claimin' that he bear arms, but we see those sleeves
I said, he claim he bear arm, but we see those sleeves
Illmac, come kill this whole beat! My n***a, kill it
[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
Told them I wasn't playin'
I'm over being underrated, I'm one of the greatest
And that's just a humble statement!
My motivations are hunger pains, and my stomach achin'
Haters are on the list?
I don't rank 'em high enough to thank 'em
I'm from the gutter scrapin'
Passin' Father Time, puffin' Mother Nature
Jugglin' chainsaws balancin' love and hatred
I made it, they all knew me out in Portland
If I'm not your first pick, you're taking Bowie over Jordan
That's passin' on Durant, pickin' Oden in the [draft]
Probably going behind my back, like Sabonis with the pass
Hold up! They know I'm gonna spazz
I give them a gut feeling
Like Hopkins K.O.'ing Dela Hoya with the jab
Hold up! They know I'm gonna spazz, and my lack of fear
I'm Ali bangin' drums, yellin' out: "The champ is here!"
My bitch natural, really, you have to see her
My rap-career like 25th Hour
Talkin' to myself inside the bathroom mirror
I got them cowerin' in shame, flowers on your grave
Malcom with the chooper out; shower 'em with flames
I'm Martin Luther with the dream
The violence never changin'
Beltair with the rifle out on Piru reservations
Feel like crazy hords wagin' wars
The brave will take a stand
Broken treaties, shakin' hands
With Satan while he's makin' plans
In this game the fake expand
Explains how out-of-place I am
Like dead presidents' faces on sacred native land
It's hippies and outlaws, my band of beatles
Try to outlaw us? Well, fuck it, they tried to ban The Beatles
Critics take us in vain now, go ahead and grab the needle!
They change it up, like Game's style
When he collabs with people
I said, they change it up, like Game's style
When he collabs with people
Fuck it! I set different levels, tell 'em that
Bitch, we never count bars
Stayin' underground can only get the Devil how far
Clip the rebels, dial ours, hit the pedal, drivin' by
Then fire from the ride, like the Twisted Metal clown car
I tell a chick this ain't a Disney picture
Read my lips, like litterature
Want an explanation? Get Clarissa!
Hypocrite when I diss her
Get with a sister, like, "Sorry, princess!"
"Cinderella's missing slipper didn't fit ya!"
I'm sippin' liquor, smokin' good, makin' bad decisions
Acid trippin' with the baddest women got me actin' different
I had a vision once, the Addis kicked in
Of me gettin' ghost on her
'Cause her motives see-through, like an apparition
Huh, run up on 'em, barrel long, the gun revolvin'
Going ape, and done evolvin'
I feel bad for you, son
I hang up on one chick and got another callin'
I got 99 bitches—and they ain't one a problem!
Tell God that he'll have to do more than judge me
My mission underground, here's a few more to study
I cash in every cypher when my crew tour the country
In L.A. I'm Mula, in New York I'm Money—wassup!