me and obey slay by mid day run the track like midway
get ya insides torn from the big blade, sick pain is what we have been through
ain't shit in weight, as we bench you, tense dudes get stenciled out
special how, we do this so tremendous now, betta commend our style..
as we mend ya wounds, get u slice up from the head to the womb, dead is ya fu-ture
entrepe-nur in this rap game, cat's act crazed and they get they backs laced..
with octane that we spit...HOT FLAME, got game? not even the slightest..
i'm david and goliath, no matta your alliance,
when we plug in we come with electricity like household appliances
a client is...nothing compared to the boss of this, toss ya kids, in a coffin quick..
leave ya head lopsided with my lead that i sent flyin...in ur direction
injure the best vets that think they texts sick, i'm that best to ever do it,
cheddar's movin like the letters that i'm tyin up, i'm nice as fuck,
say goodnite ya done, when it comes to the mic device ya suck
Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom