Alright, real quick, real quick, no long game, no long game Windows Hey Shit Rax, Rax, Rax Black on black, I'm cover my limbs Back on tracks, don't go in and sit Racks on test, that cover my skin Gotta get high, can't feel like shit Throw my eyes in the sea, unkick I ain't got a child, I don't wanna fit in Snap on track, I'm taking a bitch There's no mic, I'm Scarlett Witch You made me wanna throw up King in the door, yeah I want more I ain't together, really got bored Even the score, that's the score Talking to relevant, moving this up We need a war, we need reform, we need the elements We need the score, how do we cure, when do we jump Over the mist and I'm jumping in the air Why would I think I'll change my death's way back I don't wanna pitch late to Klingons, come back and drop dead To hate them angels, I'll burn the top of this grave Coming from the poorest of places, gonna spit facts that they hate it Got a lot of bars for the matrix In my mind, I'm loud like a dead angel I got my own bed, movies that won't see me coming Bros don't leave, I'm willing to pay Can't go nowhere, I'm still touching floors The reason I'm on track, I stay free Man getting fucking dope, my massive to the crest All this shit I dig is fucking loud Louder, these niggas giving me laughter Screaming so I hustle the answers Staying so calm in Atlanta, yeah this shit changes the tense Take all this shit to a trance Even in global disasters I'm still getting my reaction Sitting in the front, get up on the low end I'm just hooked up to the level that you know you're dumb Yeah, I'm never messing with the numb, never need my attention from above Yeah, get attention with the love, tripping on compassion on the ground Need a new direction when I run, yeah, I'm in it right now, everyone Can't imagine us being alone, gotta check your phone You bitches You make me wanna throw up You make me wanna throw up Okay, I'm done