Hey yo, hey yo DUS what up man?
You already, you already know man
Two-five-two collabo
[Verse 1:Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah... yo, yo
Raw narcotic lines, ya'll n***as still pushing garbage
Realer than ghetto soldiers dying inside of my projects
an*lyze the livest, Kemetic hood prophet
I'll pull a ratchet fast, leave your whole body topless
Connect the most toxic, verbal fiber optics
UFO's unidentified flying objects
Peep the last of the, streets embrace me like amba**adors
What up brethren?, icon Legend like an Acura
On some cla**ic sh**, my Dutch is always lit
Food for the maggots, rotting slow that's what you get
Hip-Hop is resurrected, Netflix in the Lexus
I build with earths head covered, my science perfected
Connect with white dudes, attitude is most spiteful
Maki you the most trifle, rap goon with a rifle
I rep the East like Mello in starting positions
And I do it for political prisoners, yeah!