[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

[Verse 1: BLINDSIGHT]
Done bein' the nice guy
Takin' advantage of my
Kindness and ride, like how the fuck could you-
-Lie to my face?
You're the (?)
Say goodbye, no more ties
Take your kite and fly
And get these frightful off my tail
Warned, these rats arrive with my bail
Fact, gonna snap, MacGyver my cell
Swing on your ass, yeah I'm prolly goin' back to jail
No cap with the big bag
Or (?) pullin' tricks from your (?)
Got nothin' but shit droppin' out your mouth
Like a flim-flam fountain of bowels
Stickin' this foul, we ain't with that chit-chat
Sit back, you get clapped
Fuckin' around, you ain't bad, you're a trap
I just blew the whistle, put the Wiffle to the bat
I can the devil if I wish it on command
Back to the henchmen
Stackin' the sentence
My passion attackin' these tracks with a vengeance
Buildin' attention, it's taxing to friendships
This is the end of a rap intervention
I'm done!
I'm fuckin' done
(Come on man let's go, let's get out of here)
Wait a minute
(What?)
No, I'm not (Go!)
Over and out (?)
The secret is opened, the mission is forwarded
Already sick and destroy all opponents
I roasted 'em
Tellin' 'em all that I send my condolences
Hopin' to right out the wrong
Hope you confide in this song
Hope that you all get invited along
I've opened the show, but Crypt is gonna keep tagging toes
[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

[Verse 2: Crypt]
Everybody get back
You ain't even on my level
Put you in a kennel if you keep on barking
All of ya'll big bad, dealin' with the heckles
Turn this man into a devil, now I spit it from the darkness
Put you into a coffin, if you been cautious
Some are gods, you an awful novice, I'm a (?)
I promise to polish off the poppers profits
I'm poppin', I'll pop the top like I'm a dontist
Everybody wanna talk big to this big man that's up in they face
Typin' that they wanna fight
I'll invite 'em in just to put 'em in their place
Stay frightened, I know I'm the Tyson of writing
Except when I fight I'm not biting a thing
They go into hiding, and if I find 'em
All the crimes is gon' be left inside my brain
When I pick up the pen I begin to make a definitive enemy
Scribblin' venom cause' the devil's gotten into me
No clemency when I'm rippin' the beat
I'll cut your head as I'm choppin'
And use I'll it as an elegant centerpiece
For the hell of it, I'm blowin' your mind like it was a Kennedy
I have a tendency to be graphic with all the similies
And best believe I'm better than rest of these other MC's
On the scene, and I put that on my momma, word to Momma C
Momma C, you birthed an anomaly
Once in a lifetime, greatness like Ali
Pop heads, don't pop no Molly
Carrying the rap game like I'm a (?)
No llama, if drama
Come my way, get fucked, no condom
But first trauma, the cause of death
I got a line of haters so who's to die next

[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down

[Verse 3: KING BLITZ]
Yuh, yuh, sheesh, yuh
If you didn't know
To get up on this level you need cheat codes (Facts)
I flow harder then Shaq when shootin' free throws (haha)
Yeah mane, this ain't a game n***a
Say they want smoke, where the grill at?
Shred this shit amazing
You can get cooked on bacon
Leavin' 'em shock, no taser
Know I'm a different kind of fellow
Do it mellow, no I gotta keep it thorough
When I'm writin' on these pages
We've been to kickin' 'em like stages
Takin' they (?) like raisins
Predictin' the future, but no raven
(?) I'm killin' 'em all
(?) motherfuckers til' they can't, but it's cool though
N***a I'm king, but I'm Kudo
Sick, but I don't want soup though
Mad cause' I'm up, that's a new low
Again who are you though? N***a who knows
Homie you dos, I'm uno
On my way, up, up, up, gimme space like Bruno Mars
Party like a rockstar, let's do it
I don't even try to understand it, I'm just givin' what I'm handed
Mastermind and get ruined
Whippin' and grippin' the way I'm doin' this shit
I got you thinkin' a bit like whatchu' doin'?
And (?) on the man
Then the (?) in the (?)
You a fan, you stupid!
[Chorus: BLINDSIGHT]
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down
Go with the flow, get the dough and we go round and round
Roll with the pros, if you trollin', got that ground and pound
Cold to the bone, like a stone, we go round and round
Ya'll ain't even on my level, so sit your asses down