(Verse 1 - GrewSum)
I'm still the illest even on the days it's improvised
Your simple mind can't comprehend the shit that lives in mine
It's ill advised to go against me, 'cause my skill's divine
I killed some guys up in the house and then just chilled inside
Want me to leave then make me
Must not believe I'm crazy
Psycho diseased with rabies, who hasn't been sleeping lately
These women try getting' involved
But fuck it i'm killin' them all
Hack 'em up and let 'em live in the walls
Knowing nobody will miss 'em at all

(Verse 2 - E The Rapper)
Yo
See I've been feeling so lost
When hitting the wall
It's hard to admit that i'm wrong
In gettin' involved
With fictional images screaming the victory song
Ain't winning at all
But god forbid I see you judging me
Misery loves company
I dare a n***a fuck with me
I'll knuckle up and uppercut a chump outside his mother's crib
Tough until the snuff'll make him wonder what the fuck he did
Because I've had enough effected by my enemies
But Imma drink it up and keep pretending like everything's..


(Verse 3 - Suzie Homewrecker)
Picture perfect
I paint a perfect picture 'bout the struggles we endure
But we're just blessed to even live it
All the trials and tribulations to the laughing on the stairs
But it won't even matter once we've finally made it there
The beauty of it all is that life is drawn in color
Pop the bubble, pull the covers, build a city with this rubble
Let the influence of our music
Lead to a stronger movement
We're all we got right now
Just us and the music

(Verse 4 - Diz One)
You know the kid's been sick as fuck
I came equipped with spliffs of skunk
Bitch hold that lip and zip it up
We're jammin' 'Pac and lickin' blunts
I've been a rebel since the birth
We out here questioning your worth
You're stirring up drama, kicking up dirt
You out here snitching, selling words
You fuck guys and you use spit for lube
I grip that mic and spit the truth
You'd hate to see us gettin' loot
You'd hate to see us get the juice
I can see in your face, yo, i read all the hate
Jealousy, envy, the sickest diseases
But i swear it ain't easy
I promise this game is as cold as the breeze is
Tell me right now, have you ever sold dope to a man who was named after Jesus
Yeah, my click is here we want control
Bet we step in you tuck and roll
Bet Doja rolled some custom grow
And bet we never love these hoes
Yeah


(Verse 5 - Perennial)
I hope to let go of my broken zoned out lonely clout
Consoling this frozen moment
Knowing there's no holding out
Folding clones of moldy drones
Knowing there's no goin' home
I hoarded droves of torn up clothes
And burnt the stolen holy tone
Once, I dreamed of a higher being
Sire, I greeted him, he said to bleed is needed
So I bled 'til heathens fed on him
Starfire turned to rhetoric
Christian turned to heretic
Disowned the name Jehovah
And left Jesus with a bone to pick
I cloned a batch of overzealous groaning peasants
Then picked apart a heart of stone and dis-embowled the remnants
Wrapped a towel around this fowl scoundrels code of ethics
Then drowned his vile temptress in a mode of potent phonetics

(Verse 6 - Sarah Violette)
I'm not your reflection
All these fuckers wanna mirror me
That's just because they ain't fuckin' with me lyrically
I'll go so much deeper then you'll ever even get to go
I'll meet the Grim Reaper just to tell him all the shit I know
Sell 'em all the visuals, the portraits that I paint alike
Straying from the typical before I even gained a life
And if you try to speak my name I hope you say it right
And spit it with conviction, 'cuz the truth and I, we taste alike

(Verse 7 - Dubbs)
Yo
I paid the price for killin' beats
I've been an ill emcee
I pen the words, and switch the words
These rappers they get kicked to curbs
Just wait, the shit gets worse
I turn into a demon, creepin'
Don't need a reason
To introduce you and reach the reaper
I trip and get so ignorant they think the shit is fixed
Bitches think they slick, they hit me thinking they can get this dick
But no, i'm focused on rapping collecting benefits
Grinding 'til the time when i feel like I really give a shit




(Verse 8 - LYR)
Ay, yeah
I'm back, yeah
Guess who's 'bout to make them have a bad year
These pussies couldn't contest Zen, with a Pap Smear
Cat's hear the shit I write down and get some white out
I'm so blunt, i could get a record deal from White Owl
'Cause right now, these faggots rap and lack the right style
It's awkward, like try performing for an all white crowd
I'm sick of rapping it's corny but sorta sells
I want a time machine, so I can abort myself
Huh, Zen