[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Ayo, the sour burn slow
I twist it through the fingers like the toughest gangbanger (East Side)
All my cops became in-grave danger
True Romance, the Black Christian Slater (That's me)
I'm back giftin' wave, sir, my raps entertain her (They do)
Drive-bys, I'm blastin' Ganger, slappin' strangers
This life can get a tad crazy, but it has some flavor (Wuh!)
I'm paintin' colors, splashin' canvases, rearrangin' covers, creatin' upwards
This shit sound like it was made for summer
Every season, we toss the dart straight down the middle
Complex dumpеr, you soundin' simple, MAC rounds'll end you
Style еssential, background official; act wild, we flip you (That's right)
Carve your face inward like dimples, n***a

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
My connection to the dark side of The Force
Got me slicin' through rappers with no remorse
No way to compensate for missin' half your face
My flames are not easily extinguished
It's well-distinguished that I'm a mothafuckin' genius
Combat the deception with truth
Constant power struggles, rallyin' troops
My guns'll raise your roof like convertible coupes
Develop my skill in isolation
Tryna reach a state of stability and peace
But in this chaotic world, that just ain't a thing
Shoot you into suspended animation; no admiration
Just smokes and disintegration, incineration
Uh
Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap
Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap
Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap
Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap