Verse 1 - You like a bitch man, Nymphos in clip and disco riffs man, I'll you this, OK, it don't fit man, It's OJ, little glove, big hand, Step to this I'll take your miss, make her and, Moan, I fucked with the pitch man, This where the bricks stand, On red sands, I spit grams of Difflam, To ease muscle pain, do the hustle, Came to tussle against the corporate man, move train to plane in the struggle, Markers give a claim to in the jungle, revolutionaries, we the evolutionary, Anomalies, but stupidly try stopping me, only making me a martyr we, Like opiates in the vein, the arteries, get smart with me; I got a heart in me, Like Pharlap, and gone so far now a part of me, I got camaraderie, the unwashed, I got a in me that pump's straight up scotch, But crews still try to me, till I switch it on em, Like try to diss Fats, till they see a picture of him, Big boys, aint small man, tall and, Ugly, want to cut me come and join the monsters ball man.
Verse 2 - are the last of days, a vast array, Of fucks up in a masquerade, It's swim or drown, we act we sink, Its primal instinct we rap we think, Its do or die, no turning back suicide, Till you're doing time with cut throats in a suit and tie, So feed the animals, or act a fool, just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves, So you're fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims, Pressures higher up in the chain, And time predators rove in packs, That why big executives throw them scraps, So static that this is such a hazardous business, And having to that half these rappers are bitches, Got me laughing hysterically, the heart of a pedigree, So on the next man is just marking my territory, Rivals will claim over head beef, And try, fighting for on these slept on streets, While I'm, my name in the wet concrete, Touching both sides of your when I flex on beats, And when we sound the drums, see cowards hung, When my hour comes I'd rather catch a down than run, just that honest, I don't rap for these monsters, Id rather face the than turn my back on you.