[Verse 1: Tom Solar]
If I don't get the p**y
I'ma f** this couch
I'm living in heaven
And it ain't my house
Smoke in the sinus, sweating a bullet
Face so burnt that a man get a mullet
This level I play in, the devil is dying to hang in
The battery buck for the banging
They be telling me that I'm gonna rot in a fire for murdering all of my rivals
But I tell them it's bullsh**
None is the holiest number, study your bibles
In the stu I been blacking out, don't matter who feeling big I'ma pack them out
Brrang-dang on that a** if you backing out
I'm the fittest menace that your b**hes ask about
Me and the crew Chewbacca the beat, like a flu in the heat when we drop on the street
Better meet with a doc, put a shock to your days
Your pick up blew up 'cause the block in a blaze
We Mufasa the king, move faster than bling
All black and white, Casablanca
Mi casa su casa when I whip the ba** up
And that's in the musical sense, sing
[Verse 2: King Rich]
Oh, who the next to go
King Rich, you can bet I'm the next to flow
I'ma turn my adversaries to some vegetables
Pull the plug, forgive me, it's not ethical
Sensible; now they begging "Sensei no"
Just let him go, quid pro quo
If it's this for that, I go mad like max
Tie them up, lay them down
Put the verse on the tracks
When I be rapping it's gotta happen
Causing reactions, send them home packing
We never lacking, we break them like fractions
Y'all got no dinero, y'all acting
Jack offs keep jacking
To Janet Jackson look-a-likes inside the maxim
Penitentiary, kinda scary
Halloween's almost here, another rapper dead in the cemetery
Obituary's being read
Moment of silence, he's dead
[Hook: Tom Solar]
Put numbers on us but it ain't like we gonna listen, no
Enemies, Hennessy, anything goes in this episode
Try to make a move, eeee-yeah
You scared of my style, eeee-yeah
Bring the future back, we got it
Bring the future back, we got it
I gave my final f** a nice goodbye
I gave my final f** a nice goodbye
I let weather and whatever's in the heavens decide demise
Then post up in the club and toast to a hell of a time
[Verse 3: INVICTi]
f**ing insane, f** am I saying
Give me your b**h, she will give me some brain
I am no liar, don't call me the shooter
'Cause when you start repping you'll find who a loser
God damn, beat on fast hit it real slow
Lean spinning, spitting to his feet like a real show
Here say there go, this my real flow
Make your b**h come quick on the real low, damn
Flow is going off like I'm retarded
Bar number 10 in this b**h, I'm barely started
Beef started, barely braised it, I'm about to go amazing
Hit the clinical location, got the pussies and I tamed them
Dropped off the map face earth
Walking in the club who I gotta face first
Grind on heavy make the skateboard twerk
Invicti on your mind 'til your boy come first
[Verse 4: Black N Mild Child]
Trapped in a cold dark room, ain't nothing but d** in my system
I'm Mac Book Pro
Searching all day for my Mac Book flow
Staying on the prowl for them ratchet hoes
I know, I know, I know, I know
Weak for the cheese, can't speak when a freak I meet
Up all night on the LSD, thank God Solar put me on this beat
With the team I been rolling up a pound, blow it down
Faded now, I been looking for the crew, what it do n***a
I been going hard in the yard, finna ball on y'all
Looking like John Wall, to the paint n***a
Money rain funny, there's a flood in my bank
How you gonna act like your sh** don't stank?
Bro I'm a boss, what the f** you think?
Homie we the crew, we the number one rank
No catching my breath, you ain't seen nothing yet
I won't let you forget who you listening to
Black N Mild Child be the ultimate dude
Kicking back mellow like he chilling Kung Fu
Illest, the realest, you feeling what we dealing you
Straight pure to the dome, now we feeling cool
Cutthroat, we geeking, so reckless the way we speaking
We leaving y'all n***as speechless, I'm living what I be preaching
I'm crazy with a good bit of soul
Always with the crew when I roll
Savage motherf**er, yeah I know
High all day on the low
Y'all know we the rap pros
Spitting straight heat on the beat when we flow
[Hook: Tom Solar]
Put numbers on us but it ain't like we gonna listen, no
Enemies, Hennessy, anything goes in this episode
Try to make a move, eeee-yeah
You scared of my style, eeee-yeah
Bring the future back, we got it
Bring the future back, we got it
I gave my final f** a nice goodbye
I gave my final f** a nice goodbye
I let weather and whatever's in the heavens decide demise
Then post up in the club and toast to a hell of a time