[Verse 1: Term K]
For all the big mommas in the house
All the gum flappers finna sock you in the mouth
I'm a zit popper with a fitted dunce cap
Spittin' prim and proper for all of the hip-hoppers in the crowd
Find me at a Phish concert gettin' down
Lost in a cloud
You bet your bottom dollar momma awful proud
So you better be ready soon
Term the type cat do a show for an empty room
You the type cat to get thrown out a closed window
Think you dope, I noticed that nobody else think so
Ape-ish
We shift shapes and monkey around
Spin plates, call me Krusty the Clown
A lazy know-it-all
Breaking protocol
Calling man of attack
We taking over y'all
Always half in the bag like your favorite bowl or bong
Y'all been jacking my swag
Rachel Dolezal

[Verse 2: Acumental]
I'm a sleuth on the hunt for a fugitive hustler
You ludicrous dullards get chewed out for blunders
I'm through counting numbers
2001
Buy a few rounds of rum for my boozehounds and drunkards
Sonic boom sound man I'm too loud for thunder
Noose on my neck, kick the stool out from under
A zoonotic bug, not a Bubonic virus
So wipe yourself off like Juntao and Tucker
Provoking a tumultuous uproar
I been openly hustling for the holiness that most of us lust for
A slum lord tryna drain the river with a teacup
Reiterate whatever I can think of
Eureka!
Full of ideas but deep down I'm shallow
Believe I can see God so bring on the gallows
A demonic theology
Gotta think on your feet
I'm a king on a Greek odyssey
Ghost recon
A dream job for Egon and Pigot
The beat like the Go-Go's the flow's so serene
I prefer to put the future behind me
A peculiar minded rhyme producer with unusual timing
You can, find me cutting the rug on a magic carpet
Or pulling up to the club in an Aston Martin
Or sucking your blood, better grab the garlic
We hit you with the bladow
So bow down and ride out regardless
[Verse 3: Aleyes B.]
Within the next minute or so I'll exhibit the flow
And cliffs will erode
Into little itty bits of the stone
Get with the program
Didn't ya know, didn't ya know?
Aleyes B. is the name for kids who are slow
We hitting the road
Middle of nowhere
[?] through
While your flow just got nowhere
Like soles of a new shoe
Posting on YouTube, get few views
That's overrated
Not Holden State, we promoting ways of broken language
The punk rockers
Club hoppers
Love doctors
Fast as Jackie Chan during Rush Hour
The punt blocker
Redundant as the son's father
They brought Chicago to L.A., Cubs Dodgers
I bluff these cards with noble intent
These naysayers, what's bizzare's they choke when I'm next
Like Craig Sager, but I'm hardly overly dressed
Need ape hangers, cause my bars are over your head
You know the flow is sick and the written [?] encrypted
[?] system overload
We load your dome with multi-syllabic rhythms and quotes you won't forget
Now I am willing to spit it as quick as when giving a potent dose of Ritalin
[?] to the lance
So mount the crown
Dashing the salt on your salt then I dash
Sound it out
How about you retweet share
Drop this song on blogs
Wilin' out with TP Squares all across your lawn
[Outro]
Hammers
Hammers
Bars
Hoosh
Hoosh
Hashasha
Hashasha

Shia Labish