[Thrill Gates]
Tree, tropical sun for runtime late, no further fate
No more bells and whistles, cellophane crystals
No more bills, grill employment for shills, for pistols
No funds breaking natural mistaking cornucopia for utopia awaken
This hard coping but escape deluded carbon copy titanium confused people
Wrapped around the church's steeple
They got an iron flag and need a soothsayer to speak to

[billy woods]
No more runs to Baltimore
No more drinking in CJ's liquor store
No more Johnny Law knocks at the door
Like the monkey's paw
Be careful what you wish for
Throat sore from nights at the bar
Shootin' the raw, no more
Holding work in my draws
Carrying sacks, black Santa Claus

[Thrill Gates]
And how do they greet you in Toledo
Like a mosquito flying when the minds of [?]
And Oppenheimer showed the most lethal
Explosive invented to spend it wisely as a say goodbye
See the ease thinking inevitable
Please keep drinking and dreaming
Fiending for colours non-plastic
[billy woods]
No more games to 21
No more county summers in the sun, swatting chiggers
No more being a n***a, who pulls the most triggers, who dick bigger
Newports in the winter, seeing my breath on the porch steps
Plenty secrets been kept
Plain folks lost they head, ain't protect they neck
No more regrets
Pull spliffs to make time stretch 'cause that's all you get

[Thrill Gates]
You can have good luck or godspeed
Whatever you need to feed a creed
No more corners to jails, education derailed indeed
No more prisons, nobody listens, everyone talks
Blaring off the box
My mind is gone around the block
Precipitation over continental buildup
Fill up, reduce steam
The cardiograph approach normal
I turn down the dial
Filed through all the bars with a file
And I went running miles and miles

[billy woods]
No more skyscrapers
No more just getting paper
Gotta pay up sooner than later
For all those forced team bargains (?) overseas capers
In a world of glass elevators
Ain't no willies without haters
They hungry in the field, right or wrong
You been lying so long
Returning from foreign lands with crimson hands
Silver in your pocket, shifting sands
No more places to stand
No more near misses crouched in ditches
No more stolen kisses from a mistress
Watching her do dishes, with smoke in her eyes
Sweet swishers

[Thrill Gates]
This is a shifty setup, they got nets up
Keep your head up and pay attention, relax
It's a shifty setup, they got nets up
Keep your head up and pay attention
Take it easy