[Verse 1 Majik Panda] Lights out yep time to go to sleep Time to put these rappers in the sheets These rappers at my feet, yep nights out Happens on the street, fasten up your seat belt Shit Im rapping on this beat Try harder than diehard Im modest when I speak Go harder than these artists of the week The flavor of the month, shit I aint got a favorite Of the bunch man, eating mafuckers like its lunch fam Damn, yous a bitch man living in your body Im on the Astral Plane, so llluminati So illuminated when Im drinking lemonade I think of fading Every fucking emcee in the game, Mr. Emcee is my name No chain, no I dont fuck with these lame Mafuckers who be ducking the flame and they stuck in the brain They cant fuck with the frame, my minds been where my minds been I be lying if I said that I knew how many times in Five times I sigh trying to fly when thinking that I died I hide all of my hind ends, loose ends whatever this truce ends Whenever I cut the feather, sever a loose pen Im never a nuisance, nonsense I constantly kill em They killing my conscience, yeah, not really though I got a silly flow, these other rappers are puddy I call em SillyDough, I be for really bro I dont be fucking with this halfass shit Or this halfass wit that your boy keeps spitting With his halfass clique, thats one and half asses One and half glasses later the dudes thinking that hes A.C Slater fuck these haters man Im here on a mission Master Therion you know I put the cherry on top Throw the pass and Im rarely gonna drop
halfass, mafuckers, sillydough, therion, yep