(feat. Holekost, Turban)



"You could feel all the tension buildin up at the convention

As the hustlers began to arrive...

Must've been nine thousand or more that came through the door

The time was 11:55"



[Turban]

Uh, time speed, minutes is breath while ya'll messin wit vets

Fantasy raps, paid it dap produced it yourself

Mic melts and felt my man and understand your plan is over

Remember what I told ya, Turb stand imperial

Yard Mass material, fifty script to serial

I'm audio and visual sight, respect life

In all I've executed, chickenheads they have me suited

All tox shit, all get split

Runnin in my zone called home, hang up your chrome to praise the most high

Steady wit my aim eye, y'all really wanna try?

Hard game to digest

Next to consume chin checks

Y'all illest skip like a rec room fight

Might make then when I take it I ain't tellin anybody

Ruger rips to shottie, all of y'all is Gotti's?

Probably, you wanna be for years in rap

The only type tracks you're seein is the on you run at

And talk about your mouth, no doubt I cram your optic

This hammerball player that's eager for you to stop it 

Try and chop it, I bomb squad your whole department

Then lay low like ex-cons that sell blow



[Holekost]

My raps tore like Raptors of war

Holekost not from Toronto, the stork dropped me in Newark

I'ma catch him in the afterlife resorts

Stab his corpse wit a pitchfork

I promise I'll dismiss no survivors

Jet propeller for all the riders, who wants to battle?

We can go vocal to vocal, plus two vocals

So I can put two swords in your skull like a Oakland Raiders logo

Who's loco?

Fly MC's became extinct like the dodo, the comoto

Holekost, Storm Troopers like the Dark Force

Enter slam phrase like Vader did to Dark Emperor

MC's continuously test and not knowin

I'm top of the line like a heading, and they heading for a deading

I got pull like tug of war

So you do me for sure, standin and pause

Nail opponents to the floor like gun tame cats

Bustin slugs in night clubs

Million light bulb, imitation thugs spend in darkness

Deliver pain to your chest, message:

Don't underestimate the babyface, catch a case like an attorney, learn me

Females that figure me to be cute 

Most of the acute got turned to an obstuse

This angle's adjacent, aiyyo 

"Holekost"

Complex when I flex concepts 

Express a whole different definition to a mic check

Blur visions wit compositions

That killed divisions and verbal fision

He who listens can benefit

On the other hand, a man blowin hot air like the dragon

See low self an empty wagon

We keep it locked like figure fours and eight's

What I create levitates and elevates



"We proudly present"

"Double-S-E"



[Encore]

'Core is last found, tweekin the style

Freakin speakers near you

Aketing styles be leakin the raw seekin this cause of fool

(A true grit) I eat, drink, and shit flows wildin

Think speak to rip foes wit these poison tip talents

Loungin down in the dump where punks gun bump

Dumb-dumb's slung from my tongue, keep my lungs pumped

Ducked in this curriculum, we stickin em 

And sicing em, a slump, gettin em over the hump of this millennium

Who me? In 2G's I plan to move heat

Figure G's beats, it be who's the weak to lose sleep

I chose to keep my grip firm

See while you ride the dick and spit sperm

We're too deep wit the use of no lie just like the dip's perm

Spurn rock conventional wisdom, the quintessential wordsmith

Learnin in curb shit, who's turf-less

Cursed wit the earth-less flow, celestial

For merchants to purchase whole, stirctly for your console

We control this whole globe

Divided by thirds, protect and serve with

Preferated thought, I'm torn from the fold

Scorn cuz my soul gone plus I'm modest dough

Lead me wit illogical thoughts like Mister Spock

Wit hip-hoppers fist-fought, I'm in a UFC's wrist lock

What you quote-unquote true MC's in tip-top conditioning

Is he sick? The answer is cancerous

Maligned rhymes straight outta remission

Spit shine, let it glisten, listen

I flip lines beyond bars

When I'm ending-the-pending or when the stars alignin

Until then, I steal wit hearts of mine

Exec Lounge holdin my spine

And three or fo' cars behind, yeah