We call this "battle rapping" / we all yappin' nothing happens...
Fakes--' talking bout they're stackin/ but procrastin till their caskets.
It's actually funny tho/ cuz of ' those who all like to pose, in their "swaggerd" up dummy clothes/ they dnt kno how to do' but choke, talking banking and slangin oz's/ and they'll shank you like its no toll/ its a Shame as ur morbid flows' where influenced, dnt even know/ I've included what's all been known/ and I use it' so I've been chosen' to choose it/ these lyrics feeling illusions/ cuz all these lives are dilutions/ all our minds' are polluted/ but doing fine past them losers.