[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah]
Simpleminds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you're taught
My vocab is powerful, spit sh** subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
Stand the f** up like Flav and fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly a** poetrist
Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
The x-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your a** fault
My lines are c**aine, the flow is bath salt
I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the gra** and spark shots to swim liars
Because every weekend this b**h street cred ain't banging cheap lead
And probably cut like sweet bread when in they sheets bread
So n***a holla, I coin phases to trigger dollars
Its bu*terflies like the shirts made with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Who laying face down and a** up like a card dealer
The time ceases, I'll keep a bear with dime pieces
As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
Because on the contrary, I get it popping like Don Perry beyond time hairy and thick
You can declare me as sick
[Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah]
Highly contagious
Bathsalt flows leaving bodies all on stages
Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
Its Ghostface n***a never plead in the cases
But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
Crackstone faced n***as would steal a [?]
Get head shuffled, I have uncle murder your goons
Hoes in balloons, ODing on flights from Columbia
Pull your trunk through your neck when the car tells down with you
Supreme talk balls, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
Have you jumping on [?], wigs hand me a Miller
Said the dogs sitting in their shoes
My iron monkey spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
Silverbacks with high tracks, f** a molax
Got a duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
Ghostface the next Escobar, [?]