[Verse 1: Lucas Luck]
Career is still an infant so I'm lyrically dependent,I'm a lyricist with attitude, not easily offended
20/20 vision dark shades made of concept,brighter than the new heights that I just accomplished,
Gave it all for fame but you just ain't got no etiquette,posted on the corner slangin' Xanies with some Percocet
You thriving off the hood rats dumb enough to purchase it, now you write a flow about it tell me is it working yet
Mind of a genius, if I say it then I mean it, y'all ain't making NO sense like that f**ing double negative
I think this is imperative, my style is still gleaming I'm the realest out, I see you laughing but I mean it
I'm cohesive like adhesive ,I be Post-It while you scheming, I'mma Freddy Krueger k** 'em through inception while they dreamin'
Don't sleep on Lucas Luck, because he rarely give a f**, if you lay your head to rest then you gon' wind up duffled up
Dropping Alcatraz bars just to shut your sorry starter up, semi-auto flow dropping verses like a army gun
I got this sh** from earl I'm the culprit of the potent punch, you just got schooled by f**ing awesome anonymous
[Verse 2 : Lucas Luck]
My flow is so tight you wouldn't think that I invented it, my mind is so dark who would have guessed it'd be so intricate
Sound stealing n***as they be swimming in my ocean flow, when Lucas hop up on the beat they swear to god they seen his ghost
I swear it hurt my very soul to se our people grow so cold, the government don't care about us all of them some corporate hoes
They do it for the money cause they dug us in a f**ing hole, why are we in debt blame out scorcing plus two pointless wars
And y'all ain't really helping sittin' satisfied with nothing, contempt with giant rims, "a hunned" chains and zero budget
You say this sh** is bad but apparently you love it, if you want up out the hood learn how to act when your in public
If your only mean's for rappin's cause you claim the b**hes love it and you think the n***as hate it then your flow is f**ing basic
Listen up hear, obey an MC master, avoid the word crafter and whoever he is after k**in' trash rappers any local disaster, literally getting 'em lyrically, who ever he is after, I am that MC master, and that's gold