[Verse 1: Alchemist]
Ayo we back from the dungeon for rap rugby, the stats runners
Sack them, bring them back to the lab, go ahead and trap something
Welcome to the great labyrinth, come inside
Find yourself lost in the world tryna survive
The trap that we provided, provided you niggas ride, I’m just sayin’
Most of you niggas is steady, ready to die and we ridin’
Till the wheels break off, think you can fly then fall
Into a maze, amazement out of the sky, then collide
Into the road, so your vision is that of a kaleidoscope
Broke like a fly on the wall you amongst the webs
Stuck on the paper, or is it that the paper is stuck on my head
I got money on my mind while I’m baking the bread
You can smell the aroma, enough to wake ‘em up and put ‘em in a coma
Clone their chromosomes, throw ‘em over
Use their DNA for dumbin’ soldiers, I told ya
[Verse 2: Oh No]
Don’t rack and jack like Motorolas with a shoulder strap
Who want it, what?—serving it raw from off the cul-de-sac
Scrape the plate until it’s clean, top to bottom rap the [?]
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Capture the image, rubberband-wrap the spinach
Pull your wig off, push the minivan back to Venice
Body snatcher, rest the cardiac [?] the body after
Spill liquor on a bitch, Bacardi splasher
Indian chief with the head wrap
Get blessed and poke your head in my session and get your neck snapped
Foreign headed rappers in my class got jetlag
Call the track, drag a human-skin jacket across the tarmac
You pussy in panties, put on your bra strap
[?] like super lovers, sea captain overboard
Bathed in mud and spit blood, I’m a dumb fuck
Stupid and ratchet up in the junk truck
Slippin’ the Winston, get pumped up
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