[Verse 1 enVy] My mentals fucked up Daily facing death in the eyes I walk around fingers raised straight expecting to die Sittin roastin Hitting sticky crystals toking AK47 kush, fuck a pistol smoking Son Im missile posting Kitchen drugs Ill put you under the table quicker than sticks of gum You kids are numb Son you aint a fact of this matter Cant see, enVy, and a map of Nevada But, back to these actors with no damn hearts Your souls poured out like some lowfat forms Excuse my behavior, just chemically imbalanced Down from methazines and amphetamines compounded And the ??? fraternal Underground flame makes Lucifers inferno Blaze on these beats got my brain on relapse So slow you roll like a radar speed trap No, I dont fuck with that racket I just said And get stoned like some bad Iraqi chicks I would stand and laugh at it Id just rather crack a 6 and I will handle any cat just like a chinaman with big knives You try to fuck with the Palmer Squares and enVy You can sleep with the carp for real Word up Know we all prevail Hoping yall prepare for whos next up on the mic [Verse 2 Acumental] I be the golden child going wild in his domicile A USMC, on some Gomer Pyle Vocal style wreaking havoc on the track Acumentals off the hook like that jacket on yo back Haters need to bury the bullshit My penmanship causes tension quick And Im feeling very impulsive Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Im a wreck Spot me in the air dropping explosive dialect on your neighborhood Slaying rooks while they stay on foot We on another level tilt your head back and take a look In flight with the birds My grandma used to tell me dont fight, just fight with your words So I been knocking out contenders in the first round When I vocally allow my ventricles to burst out Opponents fall on they faces Its enVy, TK, and Ac, yo we off to the races But at the finish line there aint no money waiting there for us Working people dont profit theyre just paying their mortgage So hustle up if you wanna chase the hare, tortoise Cause my styles just right, like the baby bears porridge And Ill be damned if Im gonna let some little reptile pass me up Not a chance in hell We run game like Sam Cassell Casting spells On all these wack emcees that cant handle themselves Get a grip [Verse 3 Terminal Knowledge] Rock your body like a glance from Medusa Im tryna get the cabbage on some pass the kabusta These inglorious bastards been recording the tracks to make you corny ass rappers wanna smack your producers Scrambling circuits out Hacking computers On a, traveling circus gone back to the future Carnivorous Raps Jurassic Park Carve through your ribs and detach your heart from the thoracic arch What we jam to is fresh We gotta keep it cold Got my hands on your neck And its not a sleeper hold People know, Im a product of absolute insanity Breaking capsules open just to travel through the galaxies Blending fantasies with the actual fallacies of the factual reality And I wasnt born a poet This shit happened to me gradually Turn your record off and put it back into the plastic sleeve Yo dont stand in my way Theyll say what you program em to say I swear they manufacture wack emcees inside a factory Pass the weed yall The squadron is back We hold it down so dont be raising up no property tax Straight sippin on apostrophe brands Were here to leave the opposition shitting in colostomy bags Step back Im taking some action I dont exactly train acrobats but Ill make you do backflips
envy, back, kabusta, methazines, acumentals