[Verse 1: 44RON]
You feel the shockwave travel through your bones
When we drop, they blockade the spot with Fluoro cones
Fillin' up our tank with lyrical octane, infuse a flow
Y'all are illiterate Mark Twain's, thinkin' you got game, amusing joke
Like a fire at a debate, burnin' through your speakers
And the more you speak, the more you're ignitin' the flame
So everybody quiet down, listen to what I have to say
We Second 2 None, bitch, get the fuck out our way
Combination of Sydney and Cali, lyrical silicon valley
Cerebral's sick, need a vaccine, the simple shit you ain't catching
Fill a few clips as I'm rapping, medical people dispatching
Windows are cracking and buildings collapsing
I never thought I'd get this far
Still got way to go, so when the ascent seems hard
I'm just like a faulty credit card, I get recharged
Man, I been through a lot, so respect these scars
This is only the beginning of a motherfuckin' rampage
We takin' the spot light while y'all are sittin' backstage
Evil like loading salt onto the inside a Band-Aid
We shuttin' y'all up, y'all the lightbulb, we the lampshade
S2N, the diagnosis is symbiosis, my mind is focused
It's time to show 'em that I won't slow until I am noticed
Or get the respect in which I am owed, it's a final moment
I know where I am going, I'm going to the top!
[Chorus: CusaX & 44RON]
Definition of a spitter, key up in the ignition
Quit bitchin', we back in business
Here, give you a second to run
Stop, drop it and done, call us Second 2 None
And you can
Hate or love it, it ain't up for discussion
We makin' you fuckers shut it
You start to shake and you stutter
You better start takin' cover
And, nah, we ain't just another hip-hop duo
What's our motherfuckin' name? Second 2 None
[Verse 2: CusaX]
Pick up where I left off, still ain't fuckin' with trust
Sick of hearin' your call, kill 'em up in the dust
Throw an X on top, 'cause I mark the spot
So perplexed you got, was my success a flop?
Well, I'm back now, still a fact, how?
Millions fillin', makin' me feel like I'm tapped out
Illest villain, I'm wakin' up from the ash cloud
Still in killin' you, back down, you trash clowns
Start of my ascent, a market full of dire dread
A carcass, I'll retire dead, my mark is to be fire 'stead
Of sparkin', tryna Iron Man, walkin' through the highest land
Barkin' at the giant vets, end up in a dyin' mess
Nah, none of that shit, Cusa gonna commit
Buildin' up my followers taller, so makin' a hit
Is imperative, still plummet, it's so scary
Like I'm hummin', fillin' air, call it a career Hari-Kari, is it
Somethin' killin' carin' artists? Fuckin' spillin' all this
Nothin' is evolvin', suckin' business off and listen to the pop
I'm sick of all the charting motherfuckers making us all
Start up another genre, departing, you're a goner
Doin' hip-hop an honor, take it back to the spawn of
Rakim, 2Pac and Big Poppa, stockin' up on a dawn of what
Made the grandfathers start up on this new form of an art
And skip on givin' a fuck about offending a cuck
'Fore I stop in my tracks, chorus, not for a sec
You're a witness to this whole endorsement of S2N
You're not skippin' a minute of shit until our descent
Which'll never happen, keep on rappin' 'til I give in
This is several tracks in order to sever your actions
Or the endeavor of blastin' more of your speakers to ashes
Call us weak, pourin' the acid on critiques, scorin' us last in
Whole of the masses, slow in the brain 'cause your full of molasses
[Bridge: CusaX, 44RON & Both]
We do what you can't
See who can do what we can
We rule the new, the wasteland
S2N, we don't shake hands
The incredible with a pencil
Our inner momentum is recommendable
Spinin 'em a new record
We skinnin' another heckler
Who listens to Drake and Tecca
Who spittin' like every other bitch
In the fuckin' culture so fuck the
Glory
[Chorus: CusaX & 44RON]
Definition of a spitter, key up in the ignition
Quit bitchin', we back in business
Here, give you a second to run
Stop, drop it and done, call us Second 2 None
And you can
Hate or love it, it ain't up for discussion
We makin' you fuckers shut it
You start to shake and you stutter
You better start takin' cover
And nah, we ain't just another hip-hop duo
What's are motherfuckin' name? Second 2 None
