1st half of Chorus (Opio)
All out ‘cause its k**ing season
And the mees and the trees coming to get even
Don't believe in the boogie man and Steven King & them
Weed smoke, breathe it in…
Verse 1 (Opio)
Can't chill or stop starin' when I'm tearin' off mics
I'm like Gil Scott-Heron but I'm wearin' new Nike's
A terrorist flightress with the air I'm quite swift
Perfect shot. Fell to the Earth like a meteorite
It's hard rock, Chinese arithmetic
Triamese ridiculous, the blind lead the ignorant
Knowledge is infinite. I live in a fortress
Opio is Neo and Morpheus, of course he is…
Dig. My n***as build upon of quantum physics
This guerilla mindstate is far beyond your limits
I don't fall for gimmicks, or political sleight of hand
Grown man b**h you like you got a vagina and…
Mammary glands. Goddamn it's a sham
Re-examine your plans, with your jeans tight as Peter Pan
In the streets you'll get beaten, slammed
Least who I am… Grand mama yellin' “Lordy, Lordy… call the preacher man”
I'm for peace like Jesus, but even then yo I still Peat the scam
Hand it from the Caesar man. We defeated them
Reap what you sow, and oh, we gon' meet again. Uh..
Chorus (Opio)
All out ‘cause its k**ing season
And the mees and the trees coming to get even
Don't believe in the boogie man and Steven King & them
Weed smoke, breathe it in…
Who's on deck? Too complex
We extra prolific, the two is on set
If you in arm's length, you gon' get touched
In the mind we design the immaculate rush. What up?
Verse 2 (Pep Love)
They don't know about us, or what we discuss
It will make the crowd rush to the stage
Rappers catch nuts in their face
‘Cause my style is a slam dunk plus it's amazing
Nah. They don't know about us…
Or the hustle & bustle, the love and the lust
‘Cause we tussle with time
I'm just tryin' to show the people what's on my mind
Let my song sign… put my soul on the dotted line
Slick silver tongue, patron with the lime
Help me to get into my zone when I rhyme
One of the righteous, never known to commit a crime
One of the righteous, no I never nibble the swine
My light shines without a symbol or a sign
We live and die within an infinite design
Religion is a lie, but God is real
The law of the land, seas, and the sky
I sketch gems for them empire-ish minds
With outstretched limbs, in these God-less times
I'm czar with the art
When I start to get the audience into a frenzy, y'all jump on my dick
(Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Pre-Chorus (Opio)
Ah sh**. Hold Tight…
2nd half of Chorus (Opio)
Who's on deck? Too complex
We extra prolific, the two is on set
If you in arm's length, you gon' get touched
In the mind we design the immaculate rush. What up?