even split the tab I know if I let you, you would bleed me till the end of time You keep thinking money is not an object cause you spending mine If the
Hyde (Of Course!) I come across with the pure, for sure Un-adult-a-rated, un-conformed Disgusted! Busted! You wanna touch it! Too hot! You forgot, you
roll strong Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on I love you, in that dream you probably told me who busted you Should have paid attention
every breath I take. It's not what you can not do, it's what they told you, you can not do; so, fire your gun into the mouth of doubt. Let the masses
Defeat you at your sport Spit, pop, and twist niggas Like Moet corks {Baby Sham} What now Hardcore sounds We snatch crowns Too much mouth You lay down
in history as the one that smashed I'm America! CHORUS You know you know God Bless America You know you know God Bless America You know you know God
rhymes of reality. At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around. The clown done tried to defeat us without tenacities or audacity. Don't you ever thought you
of reality. At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around. The clown done tried to defeat us without tenacities or audacity. Don't you ever thought you
from my goggles like a cyclops revolutionary like Jesus sent his apostles when I defy cops twist you like hydraucs and you'll need eyedrops you die like
you're still locked in the click I'm in Detroit with five niggas, two glocks in my mit When you see us better pop 'fore you shot, what you thinkin [Chorus
the spot I secure my surface, for ??purpose?? not I defeat your whole crew with verses pop Electrical burnout, we turnout Fast and furious flames, you'll get the word out You
cast, you can meet my pain Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know I aint a killer but I still might clap at you though You for real here, niggas
ya type (Famous Last Words) I could defeat you, beseetch you To retreat, delete you (Famous Last Words) Son I blast you, I smash you Point my Gat at you, Bless You
Defeat you at your sport Spit, pop, and twist niggas Like moet corks [baby sham] What now Hardcore sounds We snatch crowns Too much mouth You lay down