[Hook: Inqwesson]
Believe you love this sh**
You might hate my guts
But you love this sh**
With your middle finger up, screaming
"I love this sh**!"
You can lie to yourself, but
You love this sh**
[Verse 1: Inqwesson]
OK. I'm next to nothing. Buck sixty, blade, and a Philly blunt
Only rock this paper for corporations and scissor-cuts
Live amongst the sickest, that don't give a
Bone-splitters that spit that heat inducing cold shivers
There's no visits here, no limitations
Crushing the stone to nay-thin', using my concentration
Proved in the conversation like, you shocked and amazed
From hops on the stage to rocks 'til the days inn
I raise my pen, point my sword at the heavens
Going for legend, if I'm rated 10, this joint is 11
Most of the brethren only measure up a portion to it
You better be a soldier of fortune, scorchin', with torturous grips
I'm more than equipped to handle what you throw at the kid
So focus your chips, or leave frozen and stiff
And I stay away from blow-nose and sniff-candy
The way the cla**y version of me sips brandy
[Hook: Face Valyou]
Don't second guess, believe you love this sh**
Without the bells and whistles, you love this sh**
Head on your shoulders straight, I love this sh**
[Verse 2: Face Valyou]
OK. Start within gear, there's something to believe in
I feel like a brand new bein'
Get balanced for the even-ing. Don't stop 'til completion
And spice it up, my sh**s are Adobo seasoned
Both garments and steaks extra medium
Uplift without helium, with songs that are easily done
Save the planet? That's a shot in the dark
But I can make you laugh, that's a walk in the park
Don't be ashamed of cheesecake
Want the cherries on top and a rebate
Find the secret to deep space, keep faith
Do something for my teammate, who's a single, white, family guy
Slice a sample like a samurai, chances are high
I'll make some sh** you can't deny and amplify
Some carry a piece, I'm always holding a pen
Who's to say it isn't better in the end?
[Hook: Inqwesson]
[Hook: Face Valyou]
[Outro]