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[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Koncept Jack$on]
Yeah
Yo
Catch me in tropes on a eucalyptic vessel, shapes too specific
Reading quotes through the scripted
Bezel new, explicit footnotes
Simplistic artichoke dip with my hood, hoe
What's good, yo?
Your bosom gave wood, though
Push those down with the flow
Know how your bros roam towns
Perform countless hours, still gave the whore four rounds
Clown
Buddha sack endorse for who to jack and extort
Discredit Jesus 'cause we knew the facts of Horus
Reporters in LaLa Land - this our land
Mob up in the sand
Flip flops trippin' with socks in the dry tan
I'm with the aboriginals, tilt spirit brews, we lifted
My shaman shapeshifted to a pitbull (Word)

[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah, nah'mean?
It's crazy how this shit is set up man
How this shit's set up for n***as to fail
Check it
N***as insane, many of my peeps died from the 'caine
A carbon 15, my jeans align with the flame
When I leave the spot from mixed pot alchemy
Got my n***as doing time
I need some space to unwind
Fard Muhammad's prophecies
Marcus Garvey on monopoly
Noble Drew had the policy
I used to let the hard times bother me; now, I still do
Stuck in a dimension that is mentioned to kill you
Bad goods, I'm out to make a fifty-band juug
With the undefeated east of the hood
Understand what should be understood
Keep a big heat under the hood
'Cause ain't no sunshine

[Verse 4: Mach-Hommy]