[Verse One: 3L3VAT3]
Yeah, the grind don't stop, we just push it along
Yeah, we just push it along, yeah, the grind don't stop, yeah, yeah
It's that two-four-seven, yeah, the grind don't stop
This Tony won't slow me down, I got the eye of a hawk
But what's the constant, fifty-fifty to five-oh watts
(?) fuckers asking me if five gon' pop, then my eyes gon' pop
Well then, I'm gon' pop, pop eyes from the spinach
When my vinyl's drop, I'm a psycho pop
They put me on the psycho watch
We in crazy times, that's the psycho watch

Out for the explosion
My heart is like a river and I'm drowning in emotions
I just want the answer, life's a mystery like Gatsby
Tell them (?) and go pick up the book and leave them gasping
But we don't really want that
All we want is guns, drugs, violence, and some dumb raps
I just want the (?), I just want the some black
Holes in my jeans now, I can't have no rugrats
'Cause Reptar like an Arab
Hero in the fight for the one strap
Took to find directions on a fake map
Third eye directs us to the compast(?)
Tell them compast(?) to the compast(?)
It's a clean kill called a bloodbath
I say you might need a pistol when the reaper's reaping behind ya
It's the avatar of (?), got (?) tweaking with hydra
Unity with messiah, going to Heaven via fire
Roll up a ball of that thunder, smoke DMT with Elijah
Resurrected with a smile, my (?) won't retire
Bringing me higher through the ring of fire
Through the steeple spire, realigned ya with the seed of Gaia
Planted it deep inside ya, heat will fry ya
Meet the evil fryer, demons' dream asylum
Let's embark on a journey
I (?) all my worries, through this masquerade
Just to mask my pain, the mass of this massive strain
Up the 33 vertebrae to the astral plane
They looking at me like I don't know what the fuck that I be doin'
The only reason I'm smart is 'cause I know that I be stupid
Stop fucking around with my heart, I'm hunting these cupids
From a (?), I'm a nuisance, stuck in a cubicle
Writing a blueprint with this music
Get your fake ass ignorance out of here, this is real
I promise none of you actually know how I feel
I promise I can't promise, can't compromise for a deal
Like Uncle Phil, I got a will, now I'm hungry for a meal
Time to eat, bring the plates out
The beef, we can weight out
Brazen grazing cattle, let's meet home at the steakhouse
Let's meet home at the steakhouse
Get it?

[Verse Two: Sadboyprolific]
Never prayed up to the heavens, the kid always lacked religion
Drag these rappers when I'm spitting 'cause my lines are packed with friction
I could critique these rappers on drugs but can't say I lack addiction
I'm just tryna spit my vision and get the masses afflicted
People dying in the streets while politicians feast
You can split all of they wrists but greed's all that they'll bleed
I'll beat the life out they eyes and laugh as I watch it seep
I'm wishing that this was a dream, I wake up in my sheets
But this reality, half of these sheep can't face it
The other half is sitting silent and acting complacent
I'll roll the beat up just like a blunt and watch me blaze it
I told them one day that I would make it out of the basement
I got the game up in my hold, I'm 'boutta break the mold
This act is getting old, these rappers are getting told
I'm setting in like infections and spreading just like most
I'm burning down the sanctuary, ain't no place to go