[Produced by pyroh]
[Verse 1: BHunts]
Mind races, gadgets
Several canvases of verbal splatter
On mad beat, Capisce?
Got game where's it at, I got reasons to
Diminish your name, mane
Better off changing your domain name to f*ggot
With ten posters of Lil' Wayne
Gems in a bowl, it's a bet
Set your right life down in a symbolic wooden
Major, the left for the ones who didn't make it
Enjoy but pay your dues
Treating it whole, like dessert leads to regrets
Like bad tattoos, were through
We'a rise, stayin' afloat
Altitude 1370 meters, capital Kathmandu
The view
sh**, make the call, I'm getting less productive
Than Tatro on Adderall
You follow, hard to swallow
Like a sterilized piano piece
I ain't need no major to produce for me
I ain't need to know nobody like No. ID
Joe Meek, not even Premo
Quiny Jones couldn't stop the flow
Don't stop it short, Polio
In the late 80s, ladies trying to do picnic
Don't get LOST, Libby
Do I got to spell it out? Colliding when it's the
O.P.P, O.S.I.T and an S after the E
This is sick like allergies
With the food it's nuts
Like keeping cash in your shoes
Cla**rooms and cash rules