Lyrics: Isaac Thok/Alec Hay
Music: Isaac Thok/Alec Hay
(Verse 1: K Tha Sovereign)
Low degrees, I’m minimal no shirt and dungarees
Stand epitome, I stomp these cleats and keep em under me
Channel Iverson, I pay no mind bout no practice
Fact is, I'm shining with a squad of death Raptors
How my worth stay quantified with no dollar
Scuff my dress pants, bloodied up white collar
PIC ask about the mess, I don’t trust him
Caught his blindside, and we **** around and rushed him
Duffel bag about to bust, got cheap zippers
Chopped up crack, between the thighs of cheap strippers
Whisper bout a night In the wind that I don’t remember
What you expect, I stay higher than my temper-ture
In December, highest investor
K in the lab I be the flyest inventor
Bing bada boom, Mr. Problem in the room
Trust me you better air it out, 'for there’s a problem in the room
I, let it go like buckshot twin Beretta's
Some things should stay dead, I’ll re-sink the endeavour
Savage, stand in the way and get damaged
Collateral, I ain’t in troops, boy I’m the Admiral
Chop suey, mix the plate and the bring news in
Apple flavoured JD, Raspberry Cuban
The vibe like reunion
Dimslim vision down under Rick Rubin, curating, go stupid
Every annum, doing platinum, never know, always random
Any second, imma ghost, so they call me Danny Phantom
First like I was Adam, with this magnum, hold em ransom
Either slide or you glide, so I did em both in tandem
(Verse 2: dimslim)
Big donny
Booze hound, sip stout, puff buds
Enough stank beats to make your neck hunch, shrivel up
The next day they still wanna bump it
Modern day Lootpack
Conductor of the boom baps
Tlvtr purchasing a goon bag
That’s not all we do have, big up Pang
Tripping over jack leads, I might need to take a taxi
Cold frozen like yeti
Fly with the lettering
Money isn't the centrepiece, but it’s a part of everything
Enough hours in, so i easily sniff B.S
Not about numbers, more about essence
Chop suey, flame hit the doobie
K is a day one truly, count 'em with one hand
Numbers don’t matter
That’s a good example
Over in my area we don’t like grids
Hand chopped, that’s how we do this
We been in it since the sandpit
That’s the standard
Whack rappers oppositely planned it