[Verse: Lew Salem]
It's a shame that we live in a nation filled with dummies
That would do anything for the smallest chunk of money
Fall for pyramid schemes like, flies for honey
And neglect a better world where the skies are sunny
While the 1 Percent love to front that life is great
"Ha-ha" to the bank, where them poor folks ain't!
But I shouldn't really talk, cause I ain't no saint
And to get to the top I'll do whatever it takes
That's why can't nobody's bars be fresher than mine
Watch me swerve with verb, and vibe on the rhyme
And in time realize that your eyes are, witness to
The rise of a simple man, trying to be a
God of the floss, never getting lost to the grave or cops
You ain't in Kansas anymore boy, welcome to Oz
The land where the beat drops right on time
I'm on my grind, blowing up like I stepped on a mine
Let 187 this beat one time
Put the verse in reverse, dial 1-1-9
I flow like the tides, and hit you where it hurt
Sniff the dirt, dirt naps in the hearse
Dispersing curses on the haters, watch 'em all disperse
See ya later, I'm traversing universes
Transverse to the lames, 'cause we ain't the same
Got my brain in this game, can't tame this mane
This a rise to fame, I light this place in a blaze
It's insane, how I locked it all down in a matter of days
Even I don't know, how the flow so cold
Like eskimos stuck in polar snows
With the A/C stuck on froze
Yet you're still getting burns in the degree of three, with about five O's
f** the crooked 5-0, my grind a little grimey on my crooked 5-0
If you ain't already know
Wa**a ha**a, check the rosta'. My squad real
No impostas, blow the block up, Hurt Locker
"Lew electric with these words," what shocker!
I'm on spitting hotter than the best like I ought to
Performed at my alma-mater, Flash Back Friday
The king need his green, got to have that my way
If you could see the outcome like my eyes did
You could see all the big sh** that I did
And no you not invited, that sh** was private
I'm the king like Titus, all gold no Midas
Don't mind this, I'm surplus, you minus
You're tryna dig deep, but you still couldn't mine this
Bro. Don't fight this, oh so righteous flow
Aiming right through you might smite your soul
Sick, I got that virus flow
It's unfair when I spit, I got that biased flow
I need some fast cash, where them GTA cheat codes
Bout to hit the nail on the head like I work for Home Depot
I'm firing off shots, load them torpedoes
Them hoes seem nice, til' they do you dirty, they Sweet n' Low
Fake, moving on. Tell me what reverse is
Bringing the game back to life with no nurses
Still k** a weak rapper, I need some more hearses
All my bars are big bangs, I spit universes