[Verse 1: DeadCrow] Every day I work less, figure its worthless I've been doing this for two years, & got no work pressed I started doing it for myself But i did hope to see my work stretch, instead I'm blowing purp stressed Cause I ain't seeing much through these optical's The probable is impossible, certain with all these obstacles I get the compliments, sorta thinking that its common sense Cause I spit it like "Common Sense" but still ain't get to counting cents I'm thinking to pay dues, you gotta pay dudes I figured the sk** possessed would get these dudes to path the rest Acknowledge the technical balance through a ballot & In the right hands, these bands would make her dance through the talent [Bridge] X3 f** it I've had it [Verse 2: DeadCrow] Got an antique vice like the anti Christ with so much to sacrifice & I give it all up on this mic device In just two years I've progressed like the intelligence Of Asian types, but still ain't taste the rice Hip Hops racist type, I takes the rights from the basic types "money, b**hes, money, b**hes" & whatever AIDS the fight Well this be aged right like fine wine Born in '91, twenty-thirteen, still spit it like its '99 [Bridge] X3 f** it I've had it [Outro]