[Intro: VANS RAT]
Mm, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: VANS RAT & JAY]
Uh, yeah
Pen's gripping, I'm thinking of killing feelings
By writing my inner demons on paper to be my lyrics
Uh, I'm fucked up in the head, like every rapper has said
I just live in this dread, I just wanna be- uh
Six feet deep under the soil, I sleep
Living eternity, just burning for sins you see?
Smoked up now my brain's gone missing
Drugs out, middle fingers up to the system (Aye, yo)
Cunts talk but they never walk the walk
Prolly why they act paraplegic
'Cause they don't want war with us all
With the bars I'm stacked, best believе it
I see that I'm decent, I read it
Sеas of deceit under me where I'm seated
Jesus I need it, addict with the unclean shit
Smoke beats like you puff these spliffs
Your beats flop, we rock it like G spot
People tryna take a week off from a weak cough
Please stop, you never thought the fly shit
They were tired of rainy flows so I thought I'd change climate
Fine shit, I'm a diamond when I'm rhyming
A pirate for beats so cunt be quiet
"JAY you're disease, how you find it?"
Did it like thug, try angles, I grinded
CAL and JAY with the three letter names
With bars like bullets and I don't mean trains
I don't want the pain that comes with the fame
But if I get paid I won't complain
Argh, like my shoes I've found a new balance
Bound to bruise challengers, pound the new talent
Who's at it? J-to the-A-to the-Y
He slay in his prime, never fake, never lie
[Intermission: JAY & VANS RAT]
Cunt
They aren't-you aren't fuckin' touching us bro
OM Til We OD (OM Til We OD)
[Verse 2: JAY & VANS RAT]
Got a flame mind on the mainline
I try to remain fine and at the same time play kind
Watch the game wind up and down like I heard through the grapevine
Like we make wine, came wired to make a stain
Kingpin of this rap shit, make tracks backflip
Rate that smash hit, magic
JAY, CAL, beats - hat trick
I'm that kid 'cause in fact I flip, bitch
No lie no lie, motherfucker wanna die
So high so high with the bloodshot eyes
Demise demise, ski mask with the ice
Feeling like I'm CHRONIC with the cones sky high
Fuck that, moon high
Sitting in the moonlight, sipping moonshine
Fuck that, who's I?
Another motherfucker just tryna die
Fuck that, moon high
Sitting in the moonlight, sipping moonshine
Fuck that, who's I?
Another motherfucker just tryna die
[Intermission: interview & JAY]
People look at you today, twenty years later
And they still have no idea what you're about
Tell me in a sentence who you are
Nobody, I'm nobody
I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo
What's that Ice Cube thing?
Oh, it ain't over motherfucker
[Verse 3: JAY & VANS RAT]
Write 'caine and sesh, I blaze the rest
Don't make a bet, I play to wreck
Display the technicalities, have at me when I rap a beat
Stat-staggering feats, the way it has to be
Pain and stress would always fuckin' slap me
Now I'm slapping thee, draw like how you grab a piece
Painting pictures, breaking toons
Life's a chess game, bitch make your move and shake the room
You toke but you don't want this smoke
I set fire like a pyro man did
You joke but you don't stop with the quotes
You're better off tryna write romances
Hand the pen to me, let a white bro plant it
Slam it, when I make the track they go "Damn it"
Can't copy ways I make a mic go rancid
I shake you controllers like Psycho Mantis
I lay my head to rest upon this mess
I'm made of stress, I ain't violent
I'm depressed, got heaven's best
But down to hell-gates, yeah I'm invited
Me and JAY just making songs to pass the time
Cunt, we don't hide it
OxyMorons making tracks and popping caps
Cunt, we are vibing
[Outro: VANS RAT & JAY]
