[Verse 1: Red]
Siphon the - sickest line hyphen writing guy writing’s spit
Sky-shaker like Raijin, swear to the Titans
Sound of the Sirens, now he’s headed to rock bottom
I taught ‘em, I’m on ‘em to rock bottoms
Like leaves of autumn till I fall
Till I got ‘em all, scrawls stay raw like Quick Draw McGraw
Most meddle in tactile tasks while life pedals fast; I peddle raps like metal mask
It’s probable that the dice is seven sided
So I’m dragon riding - above heaven, leaven minded
Never mind then, you weren’t supposed to understand
Till I’m banned, I’m ‘a rule this fucking land
Just a man with a crayon in my right, time’s sands in my other hand
Hot as the motherland
In addition, I’m the sum of your problems
Sick of myths, truth in the pith of the fifth column
Deeper than that on radio loved by bovines
Loved by both sides of the spectrum, no lie
The wavelengths common, unlike the lines, like I
Hold the Key of Solomon, style carved with bolines

[Verse 2: LEM]
Black like Jackdaw, he smack raw, jack jaws
Ya'll jaw jack and scratch surface with your cat claws
I'm feeling a rumble inside my cockpit, I'm stocking up on some ramen that momma thinks is problem
Yo, studded like a dragon back, verse fire - dragons back
Take the heat, down pat, streets now
Where ya at?
A man ya half - a juvie, they just smirk n' laugh, until my time has passed I get ‘em groovy
It’s funny, the realest lyricists are thought blocked
And when they get heard it’s like the fools get bottle-shocked
When I'm through guess the tune got po chalked
Too many YouTubers on they mainstream flow mocks
Wait a minute, he still in it
He still sickening, momma - why you bickering I'm trynna make the hits with him
Promise its not for splits and gin, I spit it for them listening
(Do I jus-?…) Red:(Go right in)
(cough)(cough) Yo, pass me a water
Picket fence dream with a son and a daughter
But on a full moon the MIC make daddy slaughter
- and my shoulders never been broader



- [Whilst Rock Lee vs Gaara plays in the background]
Red: (So son…what’s up?!)
LEM: (What?)
Red: (Are we like…gonna release this stuff?)
LEM: (Yeah, are we gonna record whatchya Mc’call it?)
Red: (The thing is, we need – we need something to fill out the rest of the song)
LEM: (Or we could just end it)
Red: (Like – well ‘cause there’s so instru- instrumentation after we should like talk during it or somethin’)
LEM: (What should we do – ya know the night is young it’s only 9 o’clock)
Red: ([In song]: The night is young what the f- we gon-)
In Unison: ([In song]: Yuuuung Leeeeean, in the cuuuut)
LEM: (We should sing that for the rest of the thing, for the rest of the song)