[Verse 1: Propaganda]
Let's play the quiet game
You and I are not the same
Tapping in while I [?]
[?]
That pocket's insane
And the topic could change
When rockets remain
Top of the brain
I slide through with the flyest of haikus
And high-five the sound crew just so I could defy you
It’s my two cents y’all rhyme about the senseless
Spending all your sentences on taking up a census
Hell knows your whole soul is held on by Velcro
Y’all didn’t listen to Mad Villain and it shows
Change up my vocal tone in honor of his goin’ home
Krum light the fire up one time for the [?]
Still grippin' that microphone
Chill to the next episode
Still reppin' my time zone
Why ain’t you mute the metronome?
Y’all ain’t leave [?] alone
Let Prop fill your cup up
Hell knows he's got enough
Stuff he's gotta bring up
[Verse 2: Derek Minor]
Hells knows that I deserve it
But Hell knows I can't be purchased
Off limits to the devil after death dirt and shovel
I'm a mortal in that settle
Watch that time is on my side
That's why I flooded out the bezel
Hello, I seen it all
Dope boys sell that rock and roll
A heavy metal without guitars to make them play your favorite songs
Bang bang gang gang they want us chained and not changed
I can't let all of that stress go to my brain
We just tryna find the master
But found slave masters disguised as pastors
That said God the same color as plaster
That taught me to think faster
I side eye every lie every time
They don't like that kind of mind
You got a problem with me dawg
You gon' have to get in line
This that I don't really care flow
You think I'm worried about your lies?
Hell knows
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