[Verse 1: Dee$y]
Middle finger to the media
The ideology been f**ing with my brain
When I turn the TV on, another rapper with a chain
He made the sign of the cross, bet he sinnin' backstage
Jesus peice on, jeez loius y'all
The narcotics that he f**in' with he fiends off
Don't give a f** about the fans than he feeds off
Credit card bouncin' up and down like a see-saw
Sleepin' on the couch, with his uncle sam
Wait he don't got a Uncle, wait he don't got a dad
Barely growin' out his stubble paused go and get a pad
Causin' trouble on the block, throw him out his dufflebag
Double digit, hustle back, lunch and dinner on a rag
Finger blister, psychedelic motherf**ing country band
Life is hellish, hell if If it was sweet then he'd be diabetic
I confess it, steppin' on a unwelcoming welcome mat
Could of been sellin' crack, dressed in all black
Stuck with a metal mouth ever since his jaw cracked
Somebody show me where the mall at
A dollar sign to my name just to show them who to call back
[Verse 2: Blue November]
Heartless, as the weed burns often
If you awful, take caution, no conscious
Too young to give offering
Running out of options I pitch it like Kenny Lofton
I aim proportionate, distorting you in this alternate
Reality, extorting you for a portion b**h
Disregard the ignorance, not what you think it is
Settle for a pebble never, going for the boulder kid
I'm bold as sh**, larcenist with a garment
So black that it's so marvelous
Run up inside your parliament
Let off a clip so arsenic
I light the spliff and laugh at it
You wondering where my conscious went
n***a, check the record never caught but surely repping
It's the Left Field Theory, something eerie
Jax on the boards chopping samples with a sword
And I got my n***a Deesy drafting raps and spitting easy
Cause we running sh**
Young n***as on the rise, coming for your damn demise
Even at the f**ing darkest
My n***a we still shine