Just typed it up then probably edit it a bit but this is a collab with OMB and Nos..
Check it out.

I like to rip mics, the ill sick with it…
I like the bitch that bites, the lick my nut’s type of guy …
I drop with the force of a nuke, then chop ya….
Cluey with rhymes so I’ll stomp ya impostors with constant obnoxious…
Dialect…
Contest this? No you weak-minded lil fucks couldn’t comprehend yet..
My design is more divine than Israelite ruins or Egyptian runes…
Kid’s tune in to this sound, reverberation speaker-box atomic bomb…
Cyclone across the nation, pacing, steadily wasting fakes and getting wasted…
The tracks laced with, untouchable major, pimp warrior flavour, sustainers…
Sustained in the song, you craved it so we played with words and gave it…
That dopium funk u like – like crunk that’s hyped, sativa styles ignite …
Portal’s get slaughtered by three morgul’s…
That’s ya mind fortress opened up like acid trips or militant experiments
On the human cerebral cortex, vortex spinning into a new beginning…
Let me show you the door…
Bore into ya soul deep penetrate spirit and alter the grief…
It’s something mystique where the horizons bleed…
Believe we see and we delve into beat’s speaking in between the lines…
While we creep the streets, for simplistic vision and meek…
That’s gray and seem’s bleek…
So we conquer the day’s and rock for the nights with a melody…
Under a purple haze, Dopium, children of the masquerade…

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