[Verse: Bronze Nazareth]
It's the Nazarene mausoleum
Frost the seams, black coffin breeze
Cough and squeeze
Trapeze thru my loft with trees
Cuban link, the pool is pink
I‘m a tourist, dive into the uterus, scuba tank
It’s shark week, my teeth turn medulla shank
Don Shula bank, Dolphins in Aruba
Countertop stone medusa
Rap’s Max Julien colluder On Kaluha with the shooter
Kith robe cinnamon toast, buddha floats
Purple Mimosa
Mocha Hoes in the Poconos
Reading Robert Greene quoting notes
It's the golden goat
With polar ropes
I paid the Artist Repertoire with Snow
My momma knew I grew a froze Antarctica soul
Marci rocked up the beats, he know I follow the code
Til product got sold
Til Prada fits my bitch like a mold
Outcast Brass Jehova fit you 6 foot hole

[Verse: Skyzoo]
And I'm the Henny pourer
Grew up watching the city horror
Wanted Diddy aura
Introduce you how Biggie taught us
Whole city on us
Broad shoulders and bigger callings
Know I did the honors
Flow feel like the semi talkin'
Taught to let you have it
Small breaks like you sing the chorus
And then get back up at
Soul to Soul however you want it
Like a Hype Williams opening scene everything fluorescent
Crack a safe up, open the seams
Strippers unloading the beam
My verses is half of that
The other half is split between hard silver and battle raps
Illmatic and Jazzmatazz
One of one but I'll double entendre hand you that
And from the jump I was nothin like where they ran you at
The Knick game goer the slim chain holder
Kick game show up
And make it feel like Jason Kidd ain't grow up
The Pen do the same
Turn who you name into a shooting range
Ain't no one better, you got the stoop to blame
Fuck with us for real....
[Verse: Termanology]
Watch me pull up in the golden 'lac
Gold all on my hands gold bullets in my strap
(Get the strap) I told him that
You in the chatroom consoling cats like Doja Cat
Man you know that's wack
Load the mac black matic in my cul de sac
Rover black holding stacks told the hoe relax
Its not too big yo goodluck folding that
Slam the pussy like Judah on the open mat
I'm bolo young off coke and rum
A loaded gun at your temple
All I do is kill an instrumental
Pen or a pencil, sharp like a gensu
Catch me OT with things in the rental
Show up to the white party dipped in a black tux
Iced down wrist frozen up
You know the cuts
VVS bitch bouldered up
Leave the calico burnt like loaded lux
You know it's us

[Verse: Brizz Rawsteen]
Rawsteen!
Backwoods in the back of the mothership
Blasting capital punishment
I'm hot gotta (w)rap it with oven mitts
Ahh I walk past and won't dap you on some sucka shit
Rappers don't know who you fuckin with
I'm seeking control
And I'm knowing that they weak in the fold
Your team falls when a coward's in the leadership role
I speak to your soul
I'm more than just sneakers and clothes
That lil purse and them tight jeans you squeezin in homes (hahah!)
I'm rather unique, classic complete
I'm giving bitches way more better blues like Shadow and Bleek
You rappers is, pedicure type sandals and tea
My raps deeper than the sand and the sea
I sip glasses of clique
Ask for me they better knowing forever growing
Sleep and leak shit, I'm Edward Snowden on melatonin
Shit peachy 'til your melons open
Make you wish you left New Orleans
That mean blood flood the levy's broken
I'm from where if you ever owed 'em
They Heavy loaded
You get more than a score and your credit lowered
Uhh earning for mines working with Bronze
I work a job, battle rap, and drop verses from Gods
The new testament
I'm the new dope now who testing it?
Get in line same old game now who reffin it?
I don't know these dudes and who they represent
But they'll sell dudes sex for a few necklaces
I won a few checks and a few Lexus'
I take over the kitchen sous cheffin shit
I'm who next with your bitch I'm Hugh Heffin it
I done moved on up we the new Jefferson's