Ceasefire

Woozi take a breather, get off the reefer Fight me sober, if you don’t game over, crush ya like a steamroller, I’m just gettin warm Frightened? You should be! Sound off the alarm as I disarm you, battle of wits stoned poet you’re falling sinking in my tar pit Accept losses, no bosses I’m never pausing Product of our own will, this battle’s awesome A pronghorn prancer, give me your answer, tough but pragmatic like the Iron Chancellor I don’t see you an an enemy see you’re a passenger, lone survivor wanderer A rapper who I ponder not for a sec longer I anticipate this battle like the rhythm of a conga