[Verse 1: OB1]
In a prone position tryna match the composition
Of a double helix risen from the ashes like a pheonix
It's OB1 holmes, if you need a light I got one
Mi amigo's got the power too, you can tell he's got the watts, son
And all these kids are basic, the opposite of alkaline
Fresh Breeze wins because the prosperous are bound to shine
[?], you think you've reached the goal, I'm changin' it
p**y on the pedestal, maybe soon you will stop chasin' it
ProdiG's the newest stranger in the basement
Possibly a**igned to machinate with our mutations
Mind erasin', mind shapin', masterfully demonstratin'
Our monster is complete, look how beautiful we have made it
k**er MCs supplemented by the snare-smith
Here to skin the game, make a suit and never wear it
We're not built for this, we made some minor changes
So don't be surprised when our physique rearranges
[Verse 2: Kid Marvel]
Amused by my vibrant breath, adorning a sniper's ledge
I tried to take a life so I besiege this tripe of viper's d**h
How dope can a cipher get? Are you feeling hyper yet?
I dropped out to follow this - occasionally I feel regret
College was safe, it offered a plan for me to follow but
The cla**es, steady grind left me keening, empty, hollow
Now I rock an empty basement, and dream of being Apollo
The raw sun god, the patron of the unthawed
Past cool, known to float alone with no coast guard
Pa**in notes to sit on postcards [?]
I'm casting the most wards, summon my [?]
They love the tactics non-fatal as much as they love torture
I got it, I should chill, tone it down or just relax a bit
But dammit I can't help it if this music makes me pa**ionate
Oft-prepared for action, playin' OB's devil's advocate
You write about your existence, I write about imaginings