Are you ready? Lately I've been splittin' with precision of a surgeon With the wisdom and the wordin' if you listen it's concernin How the viciousness is burnin' through your ignorant perception Got academy prescription, and some ecstasy with resin You better be deceptive if you wish to stop this shit Cause my squad's to-do list is a bitchy cops wishlist Long haired white kid I think Iggy Pop spit this I don't even gotta make sense, look how sick this nonsense is People don't even ask where the content is So why try if I can make a living off jibberish Lately I've been steakin' on and breakin' into vacant homes Cypher in an alley streets buyin beats and takin loans Make it known, nastier than shearin skin and breakin' bones The crazy and evasive flow no kid can top this shit And if shit gets sour then I click the sixth hour Cause my clique bout as lucky as 6 to the 5th power I spit short and keep it holy ripped trousers You're playin with those weak ass bars the twin towers I should rhyme for good times like Ben Powers And mix match assortments of freshly picked flowers Bitch louder while I get a whiff of the roses You know we live for the moment so explicitly chosen so Fuck the liars and the dead beat cheaters Cus they did this city dirty as a lead street sweeper And my collective ain't a squad you should fuck with They be ain't the best and your an obvious fuckwit Enough yet I could kill with pad and a pen blowing green Like a wave a resilient flag in the wind What's up