Benzene cheese, drop top them no Black sem cheese, we a lock them no
Cartesian ice, we a lock them no Juice martinis, we a knock them no
Flows like these, we a chop them no Like groceries, we gon' chop them no
We a steam like these, and a chop them no
If the past was salt, and all the hypocrites But we overcome the past, yeah
Maintaining reality, no life will be revised No man will feel rejoiced
Who them the Antichrist, me give them a surprise, yo
We a lock them no
Nine millimeter, and a mark them no