[Verse: prysm, PoiZoN]
\nSee there's something bout yo pen that is lopsiding
\nIma lose a battle, win a war, then fight the king
\nYou could never ever tell, whats the bar im writing
\nI fight opponents, fight components, I don’t care whos on my team
\nNow follow me, I like homies who are on the fighting end
\nI don’t have what's on the table, but I built the top and the legs
\nI’m locking in, coming out the struggle, with all of my might and sweat
\nWrite till death, lost the spelling bee, cause P-R-Y-S-M
\nYeah, P-O-I-Z-O-N Always give a hunnid, yeah
\nListen, I'm all about businеss
\nWhatever war is in your head, it's sickеnin'
\nPeople really wanna get on my hitlist
\nIf there's a war going on then I'm winnin it
\nYou not a chef, well then get out the kitchen then
\nThis industry really not how I pictured it, damn
\nThick and thin, we ain’t mid, but me and him middlemen
\nGot a target, don’t need hitmen, we know who were hitting, man
\nRip a fence, going roof roof like a doberman
\nI’m telling all y’all to move for your own benefit
\nIn a minute, there be caution tape, we gon be locked away
\nI brought my game, lost my game, on my name I caught some strays
\nBurping out instrumentals cause I nom nom nommed the game
\nSpittin dust, pretty much, I vietnam’ed the tape
\nI got the whole fricken world in my hands
\n20 year fight like the Vietnam war
\nThe war's in the south but we're bombin' the north
\nThis industry carrying lots of big artists
\nWonder which ones could be working for agencies
\nTurnin' down that type of cash can be hard, it's
\nActually crazy the things that I may have seen
\nDangerously, I been through rap, regret, betrayal, and bleeders
\nOne thing that its taught me is that all yall can be leaders
\nEven if you smoking reefer, leafs, or need Jesus
\nJust remember you in your heart are far from a needle
\nHearts will deceive ya, at a time, guys, go from kissing to hugs
\nAnd nowadays, those guys are missing them hugs
\nBut listen to me, I listened to them, you hear me?
\nIt’s really really simple just to not be giving a
\nYeah, look, if you come at me, you know you gon bleed, it's not really worth it
\nArmed with words, and the sword is sharp, when you turn that backwards, you really suckin' like a straw
\nStraw, like I mean hay, I mean hey
\nIf you wanna play games, go and press play
\nBut the industry really doesn't let you, okay
\nThere's things that'll happen that you can't control
\nLike how at the Grammy's they riggin'the vote
\nThey stealin' your beats? They stealin' your soul
\nWonderful beat, wonderful flow, wonderful feat, wonderful roads
\nWonderful god, stage at my toes
\nWonderful kiss, wonderful lips, wonderful night out the cold
\nWonder when you and I get too close-
\nFrick a love-life, I last without it
\nFrickin love life, when I last without it
\nIf you don’t like it, then wrap around it
\nIf you don’t like it, I’ll rap around it
\nWrap around it like a python
\nYou know I'm an icon
\nAin't no stoppin' what'll happen when I turn the mic on
\nBeat switch hard, I'ma eat these bars, like a Butterfinger, slip and you have to get your fight on
\nYeah, I'm fl-fl-flowin'
\nSink your ship, nah you r-r-rowin'
\nThis ain't a scrabble, no this ain't a battle, no, I just came to watch you get embarrassed
\nYou think I've had it, no, yeah and I'm laughin' tho, you know that I've got that outstanding merit
\nFair that, I don’t vietnam you with a 50 cal barrett
\nHear it, word on the streets, that I really dont be sharing
\nI couldn't care less, I don’t settle with no spirits
\nLyrics, can be heard, but amateur’s won't feel it
\nIf y'all don’t fear me, yall gon fear me when you listen
\nClearing every word, and every verse that they dissing
\nSomeone got it worse, but some are winners, that's the business
\nYou got it worse, im the winner, that's the difference
\nYeah, thats the difference, like
\nThis is the end of the wrath today
\nI'm endin' you but I have to say 0% chance you're back today
\nYou really washed, that's Cast Away
\nChúng tôi thổi nó lên, like we a bomb
\nFrom the USA all the way to Vietnam
\nWe showin' you up even though it's the calm
\nCalm of the storm, get ready for the bomb
\nTick tick boom, i’m finna finish the job
\nWhatever hitlist you on, P-Z-N finished off
\nHe pulled the pin off the shell, so he blew up the song
\nWe getting TikTok views cause the missile blew off
\nYou tryna rip-off me? You a rip-off me
\nShe tryna lip-lock me, cause I’m on TikTok feeds
\nWe doing big dog things, in vietnamese
\nHa, tạm biệt, tạm biệt, tạm biệt
\nYeah, p.n.p is back, I know it's been a while
\nI ain't got a bat, I'm still gon hit it out
\nThe park on the ninth inning, you know it's a homerun
\nYou parked while I'm winning, out here doin' donuts
\nI got some news you're disowning the Lord, and
\nYou can back down but you can't try to hide it
\nLive fire gon blow you up, rigor mortis
\nWon't be so strong when you feel that tinnitus
\nLet's go, P.N.P, yeah, back with another one\n\n
