Spit locks minds get clocked at Mach one
the flash can't run solar flare turn get logo choke hold
post molds from clays I grow old flows younger than those flowing throwing them outta clubs with thuds blown mics out cha vocals my cords be strums
I’m dumber smarter than you by how I stick it like glue
Get reused, refused coming down like rain
Get drained like cum on your girl’s face
So don’t get maced or marooned
When I grease the wheels spit spew
never yield still feeling spewing flames
Out cha names out cha mouths get sounded and ya volume gets turned down
I don’t get lit I spit fully equipped off the rip
So the hook get hung and slang banged
or get it eaten like Elektra Nachos covering her tits
with nothing but a poncho
my shit be the head honcho of paul bearers
go get under take my under wakes open stakes
faded fakes laced outta wakes so my eulogy be ecology to my psychology