[Intro: E-Dot and Loer Velocity]
E-Dot: Ayyo, I feel this right here. Yo. Yo, Loe. Yo, I'ma rip this to shreds, yo. [?], you got this? Yo. Black flag, yo
Loer Velocity: Yo, true. Chill, chill, chill, [?]. No doubt, no doubt. Let me get it right there. Yeah, let me get it
[Verse 1: Loer Velocity]
Velocity, the god who you see in the flesh
Change water to rhyme with this. Don't test
Can I get a witness while I profess?
A fifty sack to the fellow who can get closest
Truthfully, I'm soon to be that bodega poster
Promoting your liver cancer and stomach ulcer
Sike. Man, I write like I'm supposed to host it dirty
For n***as who want to knuckle up and prove they worthy
And only doing this to be proving a point
Make sure it's rolled tight, whether doobie or joint
Dutch or Garcia Vega, “I” self from savior
Truthfully, my square's that of blue collar labor
Overtime-working, always curtains for sure
Connoisseur of what they call “sticky raw”
Shifty, not as easygoing as before that
Kick-in-the-door, wave-in-the-four-four-type mentality
Get you for your bullsh** weakly salary
You don't want the beef—you said you don't need the calories
Style in these words disturb frequency
Causing your cringing and begging for leniency
I do conveniently encompa** social
Discrepancies as undertones in my vocals
Piss on y'all corny, one-dimensional hopefuls
That the song plays on. Yo, Dot, bring in the soul
[Verse 2: E-Dot]
Well, it's the [?] shiznit, black-flag-enlisted
Licking shots ‘til you ear pop like a biscuit
Everything hurts, nothing specific. Focused and I rip it, but
Still, y'all sleep. It's just ridiculous
To me, it's deep. It's like a sickness
And those that speak stay on my sh** list
Nice with these flows I frequent. Still, they risk it
Spit it precise and with a quickness, but
Too phenomenal for y'all to diss it
I record, copyright, solicit. Really, quite simplistic
Been in it for a minute, but apparently you missed it
Skeptics have dissed it. But, as it turns out
They were never realistic. I insisted that they shouldn't
But they didn't want to risk it, then get hit with
Force of a bullet that is projected from a biscuit
Predicament worse than the next skit. I dished it
Do he? Shoots for the three, but then he bricked it
How big could a n***a risk it?
[?] into all types of sick sh**
We thorough and got a thick clit, a hairy chest, and a big dick
Girls in every borough. Dog, I'm pimp-slick
Loose lips sink ships. Can't say names
Legitimate, but, still, it's all the same
Yo, liquor fifth of mint and Irish marks for your frame
E-Dot rip it to you once again. It's on. It's like
[Outro: Loer Velocity]
Hahaha. Aight. My neezy, E-Deezy, take your blood clot easy. Haha, word up. Hot sh**, son