[Verse 1: Chester Watson]
Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming
Repping agnostic buddhist, chucking ? claiming Janice
Prancing all over beats just like your boy was still a dancer
Sipping poison is the answer, gorgeous oysters in the sea
We get em faded like we faded then they open for the team
Comme always whip the caddie, never chauffeur to the beach
Or for a beach, my n***as get it like we hoarders of the cheese
And the rats are in the pack, these in the coys that's in the streams
We them bonzai cats kill 'em on sight
Team full of bronze eyes trapped in a small light
Looking like a Prong-sized frat cause we all fly
Get it how you live it but you living like some small fry
Different color bitches and they wish I fuck em all night
Knowing I ain't with it, I just hit it then I call Mike
I'm a black magician, ask ?, it's a small prize
From the ? figment, im'ma bridge it, it's as vivid as the archives
Way the flow is switching, leave em cross-eyed
I'm back to back with all my issues, either cackling or in dispute
Where the action? Shooting missles at my past, hope it blows up
Making beats, always know it's gas when we rolling
Chief and pass that's the notion, hitting ass near the ocean like
N***as ain't know we mega class and we Kosher
Write, blast, it get doper, rip wax with the vultures
Chilling like some villains and we practice the culture
And no jewelry, that's no exaggeration
See I barely be sporting the ring I copped from graduation
But that's just me being prophetic again
With the mind too philosophical, scoff and lecture at women
Apostle of the riddles, he's a living sarcophagus
Veteran of the opposite, within leather, swing hockey sticks
Sketching a better picture of yester and probably frolic with
Hannah Montana cause she's as hot as a leaky sauna vent

[Verse 2: Breeze Pachino]
It's a mystery, gold chain, watch, live in misery
Zombies of the night, 10 K, that was history
Leaves these critics slippery, this chivalry a victory
Writing fighting history, my enemies, they into me
Cause he hotter than the sun
Guess my heart was born cold, so it's nothing that out done
If this kid'll get killed, bitch who living by the gun?
She just rather buy pills and maybe have a little fun
Dark, corrupted little mind
Catch me in my prime, like I'm Kobe throwing rolling dimes
Hit up ? on the keys
Spitting rhyme, committing crime
She ain't thinking wine and dine, cause all the time we 69
But it's fine
I guess you talking my language
Nu Age Syndicate, worldwide we dangerous
? got that heat
The sprayer really got no patience
Leave you nameless
Not a word, talking stalking like we famous
But I'm with it if you with it
Whipping, flipping in the kitchen, from Colombia so I get it
Man this life is so addicting
Choosing shooting with no pity
Always gotta rep the city even though it's fucking filthy
Raised in the bay
Not really time to play
We just blow a pound of haze and write some scriptures for the way
She be drinking with no chaser, and I'm just trying to change my ways
My mind tripping, I'm slipping, it's like I'm living in debate