[Verse 1] People have a memory loss They don't remember we da boss since Claustrophobic You remember that? And they don't forget what Mok did The runner back. This is fun again. buildin' [?] We on the map Smack dab like it's Texas State Bound to break everything you expectate Expect us to express at a rate like Fed ex You test as we incinerate And that means that we burn baby burn I relearned the yearn There's more than one turn Sun turn to dark as my styles get better You build it, their flock gets must get enough cheddar We never over do it, respect is overdo with You do it sincerely, there was no conspiracy Between me and you I'm still Swollen Styles man, vast expand like [?] Wrote it on a hilroy You know I'm ill boy Still fills joy, k** toys, spill real noise Till the [?] It's Tuesday with Kool-Aid, I'm good, I got juice You know I just got loose