[Verse 1 - Acie High]
I'm scratching my head and racking my brain
Like mayne what the f**?
I'm going insane, swerving in lanes
Just to touch a buck
That's where I lost, that's where I'm losing
That's where I got corrupt
Stay true to self, it ain't bout wealth, that's for these bullsh** clucks
Where's my tour kit, f**
Got to tighten my joints get sicker with proving my points
Stack my own paper cuz labels want to give limited points
Swisher Highs was greedy, and Warner Brothers was sleepy
And [?] and the music well folk were to old to need it
Somebody free me, I got the heebie-jeebies, I'm stuck in a city
Where people stuck on a color, purping like ceiling
Slow because of this daily dose, so all you hear on the radios
Is talk about them 84's, some little, big and baby [?]
Dudes is working so ladies has transformed into shady hoes
Now I unveil that we are in hell, it's Aqualeo's
But sh** we got a ways to go, before the people obey the flow
What's the difference in gays and hoes, don't be afraid it's okay to know
But to weigh the snow is gonna take time, can't change the world in a day or so
MJ was- -off your thing- -then you done played the soul
Take it slow, stop making excuses n***a
We ain't slaves no mo
Fufill your appetite for music, you ain't gotta crave no mo
Success is my way to zest
Won't rest until I pave my road
It's my quest to pop in the flesh, I ain't in the grave no mo
[Verse 2 - Priceless]
Ay y'all, get up out the grave and flow
No, don't say it's so, Priceless and Acie High
What's the frown faces for
You say you want that real sh**, well go ahead and take it bro
Stop acting like a naked ho, it's enough for us to take the dough
And break it down, and take it round the ghetto
Where the hungry live
Where streets never sleep, so if you sleep then you don't want to live
You'll close your eyes when your life expires
Gotta keep your eyes open so you can recognize the right messiah
Cuz what you need the right attire, execs don't have the right to hire
Fill the mics desire, get in the booth and light that fire
Kaboom b**h!
On that legion of doom sh**
The undertaker's about to sting
The ultimate warrior with a Ric Flair as my tag team
Go and count em out, these chumps won't thump with the kings
When that real sh** jump on the scene these punks won't come to the ring
From Texas like the [?] , lyrics on steroids
It'll make angels corrupt, and these devilish spirits fear God
Here are the men to show you the true meaning of n***a
The truth of the Jesus figure, cuz these here frauds
Are full of bullsh** like a cigar
Getting the [?] sh** on em and change em like a baby's sitar
Leave em crazy and bitter
They can call me [?], the fire inventor
The one that God sent for, you don't know what you're in for
Don't care what you repent for, don't tell me what you sin for
Imma give you a lifetime of flames from hell, and then more