‘That bald spot in ya wallet oughta be toupee'd’
Touché, yet all we do is go loose change
For new slaves, and loose chains for brother man
Give em a couple grand
Cuz all they playing is 2k
A bunch a games had em balling
On the other hand, It didn't raise a question
So it left me with the upper hand
Not at the end of my wits
A mix of Lupe and Luke Cage, Can take hits
Still kicking like Liu Kang bruh!
Crew is Wu Tang big
Method is ‘get em high'
And to be blunt
They blow smoke to get a rise (Please)
Love in me, ain’t never been Isley
It's more lively
Give life in rhymes, You won't diminish mine
I Run the race bar for bar until I finish line
One Punch is genocide
I'm that One by Geno's side
Little much
Cuz I know they toggle in animation
Big ideas but a hollow imagination the size of a Meno's
I'm already on my grind
A level beyond tears
The devil belongs rear
So don't meddle in fear
Or pedal the wrong gear
It’s beneath my feet
And I can keep my peace
It ain’t a mystery to see
We hopped in the van dammed and troubled
Kicked back when We sensed that at hand
Now I sit back and spit tracks with Tiff, Dan and Mann
We use to plan givebacks with witchcraft riffraff
The impact doubled since switching rafts
It's just sad to wish bad on us
We chose to skip past it
Not a diss track
When you sifted through the plastic
I’m lifting the facts up
‘Til I'm caught up in the rapture
Ya dig?