[Verse 1: Trippy Tyler]
Spittin' fire like I ate some peppers Peter Piper picked
I'm choking' on this gas but bitch I didn't cypher shit
Unless its with a mic, the script he spits is like a knife to ribs
Get this shit poppin' like, kids with their vitamins
It's, Trippy Tyler, gettin' higher' than five buildings of empire, take this nine's iron or get put in the woods with a tiger
Retire from life before you get fired and admire the way I strive for the shit I aspire
Ghost rider, ridin' a gold cycle, ghost writin' for those who wrote lines in the bible, shine like Michael, Jackson's fashion, my shrine is in a bayou of lysergic acid
As the bass hits, whoops, I meant bass, but with the way I'm flowin' like oceans it works both ways, I'm, kickin' and pushin' kind of like, Lupe and I'm, flippin' this kush kind of like a few tres
I got Alice in some chains, wonderland of smoke fumes, chalice in my hand shun the man that controls you, systems a ventriloquist, citizens what the puppets is, you nothin' if, you try to be somethin', that another is, you bluffin bitch, you always duckin' never untuckin' shit, you suck at this, I'm just, having funn with this, I could blow up and fall off like the game was a fuckin' cliff and get back like I was hangin' just waiting to combust again, like I've been waiting for him, to come and drop this verse for the tape of trip, and finally he did, so listen up and let him murk this shit, no Zimmerman, Amat Victoria Curam, go and show them fools you ain't fell off and drop them verbal bombs
[Verse 2: AVC]
I hope the world can't see me under my bucket hat, conceal my identity askin' you where the money at, I ain't got a gat, but nigga I got a bat, hit you quicker than a robber dippin' with a bunch of cash
Mister, with a nice blister, your nickname if you get a slight temper, its BS, Buddha Stoops bitch, yall wack niggas dirty like a doob of used piff, who to use this, I'm the fool who fools kids into thinking that they ain't shit, when they ain't shit
Uh, padawon, unintended vagabond, Africa to Saginaw, rappin' on this track I'm on, dreams, got me thinkin' of some things, universal apathy, is my only remedy, on these rappers I'mma feast, lookin' to redeem, what was lost once, battling a fight within my mind I had sparked up
Now I'm stickin' with the fuck with the nuisance, make a pro rapper and him momma look stupid, distinct from the uses, on the brink of refusing all this bullshit I'm gettin' from the rap games stupid, motherfucker
Stupid motherfucker
