[Verse 1: Xylan] It goes drop the holy book, pick it back up, and repeat the action This that Action Bronson sh** mixed with a little bit of Pac son The vibe of Fishscale with a little bit of Super Chron in it Undun like The Roots, This is "How I Got Over" No opinion this is truth, this ain't a trick it's a performance of fact No sleeves, No rabbit in a hat No clip in a gat, but a clip on a tape Playing you the same footage you've seen, d**h Grips you in the face While you remain running in place, I'mma break that tape and tape it to an ace Make it red like a hearts, you remain joking like a joker I'm dead serious about this girl and I'm about to Poker Face and tell her to bend that a** over And by the time I'm done she'll say she's glad I cummed And then retract her statement and say she's glad I came I will then collect my thoughts and laugh "My Dame... There's one direction you and I are going and that's the same" [Verse 2: Xylan] I'm not one for punchlines, I ain't one for plucks I ain't one for rhyming just for bucks even if I could get bucks But shucks, I'll say I'll cut a s*ut and make her sick my duck if it doubles my luck Or chances at pushing a big Cadillac truck Or having my face on every blog of the month Seeing people dive on and off my set like a stunt Friends calling that I used to mess with sayin' I've changed Deranged since my pockets got change Like that 2008 slogan that we all played Like a game of baseball, put your Mitt on 2012 to infinity ya'll This ain't about Democrat/Republican, this ain't about church or the government This is about funkiness and soul that sometimes is troubling This is music and pa**ion that's breaking down walls, bring the rubble in And cuddle in, let the sound waves be Pacific, drink the water don't be specific Give them the puzzle, let them fix it And if it happens to be you run along one who can't solve it Take the incomplete image out they mind and dissolve it Cause kid this game is a mirage And I'm feeling a Nicki picki feeling about to Ménage