[Verse 1: "Phantom Of The Synths" by J Dilla] Blood soaked beats leave em choked up Reach for that piece and you'll see how to hold guts Hold up Wait a minute Nah time's infinite Intricate sins win over your stale penmanship Hmm Don't tell em bout this incident When they ask just say "Wow what a coincidence!" Go ahead and complain more I'm still on my come up Adding more to my list so I guess that sums up The situation Claims be one sided My God I'm blowing up like mines that gone pilot Uh Rhymes like jabs to your abdomen Yanking chains for your pa**ion for strange amulets I'll bring crack that'll curl your ribs So Baby back off when I swerve with no permit it's Me Off the hook like dead salmon Jot down cross country Like notes ransom (ran some) Y'all scared of a Few big words And a deep voice Causing y'all to clutch your purse Big handsome n***a that can Rap this verse Now you sitting like "Damn bruh what to do first?" I'll tell you what Go ahead and put the pen down Y'all be like "oh he got mic bruh get down!" Hehehe I'm flattered Getting this cake but you're still left battered Smoking so much my mind's in a rapture Lazy khakis on chicks she a slack-her (slacker) Hold it This cult will start swarmin' like Bee hives or flies surrounding chopped organs Woah I guess mother would be proud Your mom will start to frown I'm splittin these claimed crowns Damn I just entered your facility Left y'all pissed off man you gotta be sh**tin' me They say: Mike that weeds really good They say: Yo your raps They're really good Don dapper with a 40 I keep it hood Should I give em what they need? I really should [Verse 2: "On Sight" SAMPLE by Kanye West] Now the way this beaver's flowin is causing damnation Misbehaving inside of Sacred sane places Escape the plane I'm high as f** And this dame's playin too much She better duck Before I aim the stainless Leave her brainless b**h was blonde and only cared about Louis Vuitton And midget dogs in pink cages sh** stainin So here's a tissue Stop complaining Now I hope you decided to be complacent This beat is holy for this Hellish matrimony This is solely based on those without those shoes So run it homie Stomp & pout about being the best Should hold your breath Or stand in the back with a colon cleansed Collabs equals myself in the post-mortem Reading the morning paper wishing you were here Man, I boast boredom So here's a toast To those who chose to do the most And ghosts watching over making sure I do not overdose I hope this pleases Even these leeches talking feces Cease and desist Lose your whip And the leases I'm coming for those you think is God to leave to pieces Including Ye I'll drain his neck and drink the blood of Yeezus