Thousandars

[Intro: Kutter]

Yeah, fuck

Family

Phew (Hope y'all ready)

Shit is crazy

We got this

[Verse 1: Kutter]

And so the focus is real, my generation motive sculpted to kill

Devotion and skill, and paralyze the motion and will (Uh-huh)

Like, stand on your own cocaine land, abandon your home

And build a new colony where you can man through the drone  (Come on, nigga)

It's just hammers and O's when everybody handle they zones (We got this)

'Cause animals prone, to move in a manner unknown

My backwards thoughts is still throwing accurate thoughts (Uh-huh)

I'm faster with thoughts (hehehehe), I'm better at than craftin' a sport

Now leap through this falls in pure form, might equal to yours

The speeches is for us, the lil' niggas think [?] (Fuck laws)

I grow to advance and carry out historical plans (Genius)

I'm more than a man, I'm sorta like a mortal with hands

My mind is beyond, the only living sign of a God (Hahahahaha)

Dividing the laws of physics as I rise from the floor (Let's go)

'Cause I'm trying to endure the message as I pass you the jewels (Okay)

I'm sad this the rule, injustice in the hands of a fool (Fucker)

'Fore I figure it out, and journey through the vividest route (Look at it, nigga)

Then watch life unfold in what it's really about

'Cause everybody cost different, I'm just dealing them out

You feel me, I'm out

So play your hand (Fucker, fucker, it's real)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, it's Westside Gat (Uh-huh)

G packs chopping up crack any day

Wit' plenty fiends and head cracks

Picking up plenty cake, plate like Scarface's

Papi said "Gunn, get plenty, goons are racist"

Niggas sitting on that 12-12 shit, shoot that shit and get it over with (Okay)

Blue Rover whip, I rock a Rollie with

Too many niggas ain't worth shit

And money, I'm addicted to being rich

Posted 50 fits, wilding and shit

Armani Exchange styling my shit

.38 cal. popping yo' shit (Bah, bah)

Push the Glock on my hip, I cock it and pitch

You too weak to chop up a brick, and after you snitch

Where I'm from, you're labeled a bitch (Faggot!)

[Outro: Westside Gunn]

It's upstate, muhfucker, die slow, you fake muhfucker

I got the K, muhfucker

I swear you gon' pay, muhfucker

Word, nigga

It's fucking Gunn, fam, Street Entertainment

Apocalipse, man, what up?

Know what I mean, this some-this some Street Entertainment Death Valley shit