I'm trying to infiltrate, I wanna know what makes the guard tick Each bar's sick, I spit phlegm in the form of gems Tell you battle rappers and the real martyrs I get the last laugh, you get the half-masked laugh Every mic got cracks, *** this *** We're all running through, wondering what the window, window wanna do Wonderful, not wonderful, wonder what it'll do to the ones who's Stuck in the juice, pieces, fallings and deceases Stuck in the groove, the reasons why leaves are deceasing Thunder boom, now even the people be peeping It ain't summer this June, but soon I'll let the heat of it creep in I'm crawling, stalling, holding a hell of a workload I'm falling but I'm all-in embracing gravity's stealth mode It's hell's code, and it won't stop till hell's cold Hell no, I'm well though, I wanted to work, I said hell no Hell won't wait a second, you said that this could break my record How about get the ball out so I can break you in the eighth of a second The weight of the record be great to break you for the crack of the dome For the crack of the stone, bring it back like cracking your bone I'm back in the zone, grabbing the throne by grabbing the bone Never trapped in my dome, Duke, unless I'm trapped in my home If I'm slacking it's known, that's why none of y'all know that Hit on tap, zip it, zip it, zap, get thrown back Hold that heater, the winter gon' freeze ya Lift it off the reefer, lift the liquor sip to sink ya Heed the lessons, Duke, you never ever learned that Duke did that skinny style, you never ever curling that More like Bauer, I'm with the world, one for your silly hat See the track, get it tracked, schism with the Iliad Hear the splash, splatter, the spirit speaks, it's closer We throw, we dab, we dab, we flip, flip, flip, flow, flip, flow, slip Slicker than all y'all, the flow's gritty, gritty This ain't Eminem or 4Wall, the wall tall You climbing, Duke, I'm running straight through that You stupid, I can shoot it at, you do the rap, I don't do that Smack it, Duke, loose it, I'm true tootsin' In the boo-boos, in the goose-goos, in the juice-juices We moving the moves, move it Trying to infiltrate, wanna know what makes the guard tick Each bar is sick, I spit phlegm in the form of gems Tell you battle rappers and the real martyrs I get the last laugh, you get the half-masked laugh Every mic got cracks Trying to infiltrate, wanna know what makes the guard tick Each bar is sick, I spit phlegm in the form of gems Tell you battle rappers and the real martyrs I get the last laugh, you get the half-masked laugh Every mic got cracks