[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]