[Verse 1: Cyrus Malachi] Man, I'm about to start sh** [?] Antarctic In fact the violence is cathartic, the silence of hardship Deprived kids become grownups, committing hold ups Turn you to worms like Cold Cuts On the corner with you [?], flung you alive like donuts Bees in the hive, honey roll ups Caress [?] dicks press chicks with my swole nuts Swallow a pole up then they soak up I'm a higher echelon, bespoke bars like Benetton Put you in the cloud like Verizon with the spook gods you're depending on
MCs I'm bombing like Lebanon Careful if knowledge is the legs that you're stepping on My square left 'em falling, make wack MCs feel awkward Solicit my sk**s like ecstasy pills, when's there clever rent to be spilled My metaphors are mechanical drills piercing the skin surface I'm as solid as a rock, you been nervous Amateur lip service, clamp you to lit circuit Perfect it with the verses That's why rappers leave in hearses