[Verse 1: Ayi Debissy]
Over with playin'
They won't understand
How three men from the Eastern Township
Will take control of the map
With no plan, no fans, no radio hits
Stop we're just starting
They will come in gang with bands to say they're it
If not guess your taste is sh**
And you don't know what's great music
Over with doubtin'
As much as I'm over your dabbing
All that stuff is played out
More than that Desiigner song
How you call it Panda
I prefer that Donkey Kong
Live by the law of the jungle
Beg for mercy
Gorilla unit angle of attack
Mingle with them wacks
Will strangle myself before it happens
Say it on this track so there's no way I backtrack
Over with being humble
I never started actually
Thought I was ready to rumble at age of 3
Double that number, already had more rage
Than Kobe mixed with Broly
On my Crowley law
Do what I want
So arrogant
Better learn to love that flaw
Cuz what you think is irrelevant
Will respond haha
If you think your opinion is important
[Verse 2: Herbz]
Have you ever heard of the Eastern Township
I bet you haven't
Do you even know how hard we go, when it's time to get lit
I‘m sure you doesn't
Know how many of you can follow when we do sh**
None of you so f** it
So why there always a bunch of n***as saying the they rep sh**
Enough just lose it
We're Selfish
We don't give a f** about everybody else, actually how everybody felt Perish
You'll never be a full man yourself, if you ain't got beat by the belt
My wish, I'll let it melt, new world order, just like Roosevelt
Got a healthy dead president to represent my wealth
Where my boys at, Mortal Kombat
Quick you out your habitat, no chill chat
We're all about Raw Format, pyramid ain't flat
Flip mode, so we flip that braaa
I'm the long range sniper, making damage in the corner, one after another
Huge wage, turning page of rage
Engage in stage for all age, 819 in your sector
Got a disease that put everyone on his knees with ease call me Harvey Specter
[Verse 3: Lexz The Collector]
They're embarra**ing this music
But everybody's getting hyped tho
What we have to do to save this sh** huh
Do i gotta go Psycho
Well i might just do that, to replace all that new crap
That's what we call new rap, f** fake true's back
When we speaking truth i'm a cool guy
But when it comes to this music i abuse tracks
Like some dudes do crack
I do what i do cuz i'm used to the boom bap
You're challenging a master while it's something that your new at
Through all this wackness we're the realness's replacement
Doing this sh** since rapping out my basement
Psyche i'm in my basement still
But being out there ain't gonna make them real
If rap got wounds i can make them heal
Bring forth all it's enemies i can make them kneel
That's my seventh k**, every verse is f**ing murderous
The rap Jack the Ripper, i k** em yet they ain't heard of us
When your facing me you should know that i'm never courteous
And that's when i'm calm, imagine when i get furious
Over with being underrated to this fake sh**
We get complex while the others are just basic
We the ones that will take over the game, face it
Real Hip-Hop, your music will never replace it
Over with being underrated to this fake sh**
We get complex while the rest is f**ing basic
We the ones that will take over the game, face it
Real Hip-Hop, your music will never replace it
b**h!