trouble we get into when we spit on instrumentals they say they bars hard they be simple trouble we into when we spit on instrumentals these niggas tryna aim for my temple trouble we get into when we spit on instrumentals they say they bars hard they be simple trouble we get into when we spit on instrumentals these niggas tryna aim for my when the pen touch paper nigga it s mad static fans passing static massses stack the cherish my golden sound folding clowns posted now never posing below the ground what goes around come back and it hit you even harder don t bother talking revolver that ain t the solver evolver these things ll haunt you leave all the offers i ll scorch ya beats and sauce for the realist author no war for a plan to off ya corpse they off ya hit and torch em sit back and cause the exhaust fumes what you gon do i ll have ya baked breaking easy believe me bishop is illy tracks stay on repeat i defeat any nigga ready to contest yes i do impress i m next look to invest never stress when adressing the best it s sess ses till i rest imma bless and finesse nothing less nothing less than a doctor only spot for me ain t hard to see i spark trees when we park the v impossibly paused to see who s higher ask they yell bishop the reviver who s liver nobody that you probably think their rhymes are extinct we try to let em slide but they sink cause diamond and minks take over their cranium so ain t nobody playing em they stay strayin em straight delaying em we need to pray for em if not you lost your noggin rappers i m bothering flow cold like snow toboggan they try to bog in for life the mic is my knife prepare for the cyph your flow born from a cyph it s alright i told you fuck it stay out of sight it s like when i be flowing don t you put up a fight you born in the night i asked for a light from the flight and niggas surely be hype when there s blood in the pipe now that s life 6