[Intro]
Irineo
Are you ready?

[Hook]
Everyb-Everybody (body body) (x4)
Everybody wreck it

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]
Swing and throw like Ichiro
See more snow than ski patrol
'Till my nose bleeds
Then I smoke trees
'Till the hosts screams, "Yo! You need to go!"
Flow like hemoglobin
Feed me rolls until it eats a hole through my stomach lining
Steal your hoes
I'm up all night won't shut my eyes 'till the sun is shining
Get this, business thugs in your district
Children equipped with guns and ballistics
Blood isn't thick as a wig when it splits
Another mother's son
But he's nothing but a number
With a hit with a slug a convicted you're just a statistic
Government witness, hunting a clip
Best run for the hills
With a bunch of prescription drugs in your system
Them kids live a life in shambles
Been gripping it by the handles
Finna leave they victim's family
In a vigil lighting candles
Live from Chicago
High from the pot smoke
Dodging the 5-0
Nah the Gestapo
At the mount put it down for my town
While your clowning around on some Ronald McDonald
If you misinterpret then missing person
Sip and swerve with a fifth of bourbon
I'll drift in a hearse while spittin' a verse
Because the kids prefer the explicit version
Issue the firm just to gyp the merchant
Gets the disturbing when it hits the nerve
It'll get your squirming
It'll get much worse when the pigs with permits come digging for dirt
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Street Light]
Yeah, who the illest in the reigns
Just a couple minutes from missing my plane
From the adrenaline feel it in my veins
Pain came to a minimum
Hang with a super lyrical game
I aim for the millennial power in chain
I became different from the intended definition under my name
Street Light, for the conditional gain
When I say I'm really on board ain't referring to a game
BANG!
I'm hearing the shots
But never duck 'cuz the kid ain't fearing a Glock
Even a bullet from your trigger pulling and starting and stop
Drop to the rocks of concrete on the block
Weave and bob the cops
Intents to pop you while you pop the locks
Figured out quick, I should probably stop
Trying to cop a nick
Or I'mma end up like Biggie and Pac in 96
Be on it man
Y'all don't get ahead, I'm so insane
That I need a neck to hold the chain
That I can't wear 'cuz my focus ain't
Trynna get fly like broken planes
Trynna tell me that the culture changed
People on the street trynna hold some change
They all wanna know how you ball in the gutter like bowling lanes
But you headed for the pen like debit
They all wanna get you on that bad stash credit
Your man bake it up then sell it
You ain't gotta jump from the 13th story to tell it
My faith ain't based on any kind of relic
Once upon a time I was young and pathetic
It was me and my dog chasing the bread like relish
Now embellish in the fact he a mess like medics
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Acumental]
I ain't taking orders
Invade your fortress
And lace the floorboards with tape recorders
Double agent, son of Satan
Hustle dank just to pay the mortgage
Blaze a torch on a vacant porch
Then I send your girl a bouquet of orchids
Paint a portrait
Stay the course
A better name in the game never came before this
I make endorphins go bonkers
Hit the stage and pour a cold fosters
Y'all just take your seat and don't talk 'cuz
All the belly achin's making folks nauseas
Devour tablets in the mouth of madness
Put your disk in the trash with the brown bananas
Prowl about town
And the hound dogs found cadavers in the backwoods around your campus
Uuunngh
My team malicious
Eating liquids on a piece of licorice
Keep your distance
Seeing visions
Sneak a mistress then meet the Mrs
Read my lips, bitch
I'm all that and a bag of chips with a slice of pizza
Nice to meet ya
Life's a beach uuungh
Take charge, slide your visa
Master card
Crash your car shortly after I ask to borrow it
Pack of parliaments
K Billy super sound finna slash apart your elastic cartilage
Mr. Blonde, Victor Vega
Box of redbull, fifth of jager
Wicked nature
Get it straight, I won't hesitate to eliminate ya
[Hook]