~Shitsake~ Impatiently waiting (weighting) on a beat to hit heavy What can I say these 808s just seem to make me react kind of loud But I'm not stuck in the clouds I'm high enough already Doubt wacks will be having a ball saying yay! when I crack a bat to lay the smack down on all clowns swinging for the fences relentless but don't call me babe I'm ruthless like boom bap's back on the block To clock this nonsense Every second I'm in the mix cause their talks got me ticked I'm a skater so being creative's in my genes (jeans) But I don't give a shit about your drip you nitwits (knit wits) come pre-ripped Buying fictitious disguises like you're dying to look like me don't even try it can't fake this till you make it it takes grit to go against the grain posers so hopeless they get openly slain the damage is calamitous no bandages can manage it fuck this fumbling mumbling rhetoric auto tune's become the meta of an awful slew of losers pathetic and tone deaf who pop off like bottle rockets botching shots from out of pocket got cocked in the crotch seems maybe they've been overcompensating yet what they think's impressive's about as mundane and flat as some plain flapjacks my style's beyond these peons my rhymes like Most def destined to come and wreck phonies for eons coming through with a new bang man best protect ya neck I've been inspired by the wu tang clan and I'd be a fucking liar if I said I wasn't trying to get ahead toss all the shade you like it feeds my desire to bring the heat I'm speaking fire into being frying all the falsifiers in the scene no escaping from the conflagration making pyres from piles of fakeness got to run a thousand miles an hour nonstop just to keep pace from facing it like damn sun kind of hard to stay in the dark amongst rhymes harder than diamonds and bright as a star's shine huh? my art is official so I keep my following organic staying true to how I planned (plant) it discarding farses of artificial antics from taking root epistles whistle blowing on themselves with fickle judges flooding through dismissing superficial judicials belittled to a trickle dammit putting an end to blasphemous capacitance draining my energy to a heinous state of lethargy gas is no longer hazardous when I'm passing it like flatulence but it's time to clear the air so there's some room to for me to breathe I don't have enough room to spare for a parasitic leech who gets too attached to me prepared with pair of scissors that snap shut with rapid cuts cause I won't give a single fuck to give to any of you creeps go fuck yourselves for all I care but just leave me to my peace or you'll can rest in yours I swear won't let excessive expletives go to waste shitting on your graves like excrement from the precipice of excellence for shit's sake capisce? ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)