[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!