It's the final round (There's only 2 days left) (There's only 2 days left) (There's only 2 days left) Broke, broke, broke Come on! Broke this down with amazing razor choppers known to chew the fat Cadence's so dope they interrupt your flow, how rude is that? Give me my respect and give it here if I may interject I guess it's hard to Wrekonize without the intellect 305, swimming with the shark fin Breaking down doors, stuffing whores till the margin As innovative as Kendall Jenner, I beg your pardon? But your festival was Fyre, who planned it? Billy McFarland? Ha, y'all ain't really tryna get it where the wild things are I've been grinding hard since back before my spine evolved I'm Jon Taffer, to off rappers, I style their bars What were they thinking tryna charge for such a minor cause World's gone handheld in a hand basket Halfway to so damn ratchet They give us no chill, just Mad Max'in It's like this whole place is so fucking savage Retirees would fire 3 to get a buck on average So welcome to the carnival Where everybody is just starving to hop on your balls This PC generation is so freaking hard to call I can't tell if I'm allowed to say anything at all So please forward to my publicist if I say something to offend any one of you fucking pricks Or if my leaf-burning brothers take a couple rips To shed some light on how real a person's hustle gets Okay, I'm tripping, stress got me saying silly shit My album drops on Friday, must be depressive getting it The numbers, the soundscans, the bar, I'm tryna triple it But truthfully, all of that shit should be so insignificant I'ma bash it down like Cassius now, what a fascist clown is acting now Lines are triple packing wow, don't hit that shit you'll have to drown It's release week, further now they retreat Asking me for retweets, so I threw 'em back like Beat Street We independent, Snake and Bat, yes I represent it But jump around on stage too much to really rock my pendent And if I gave you my word, there's no question that I meant it Into The Further, I'm tryna murder my past percentage That's how I'm styled, how I keep my thoughts so Future Vintage I'm motor-mouth murder menace, come get your groove diminished Where were you going? I'm showing, never said I was finished I'm Morse Code from my soul down to my outer limits There's no games in my name, there's never been a gimmick No C, no G, just me and nothing but these leaking lyrics On a ship that's sinking further by the freaking minute Does anybody got a sailboat, I'm deep up in it Signing off for the season It's been a blast but I got shows to rock with my legion So I think it's about that time to Welcome you back to my carnival Where everybody is just starving to hop on your balls This PC generation is so freaking hard to call I can't tell if I'm allowed to say anything at all So please forward to my publicist if I say something to offend any one of you fucking pricks Or if my leaf-burning brothers take a couple rips To shed some light on how real a person's hustle gets And with this, we conclude Into The Further freestyle session I'd like to thank my brother Chip from the guild for these beautiful mixes Strange Music, ¡MAYDAY! Wrek Wedesndays Into The Further There's only 2 days left!