Oxygen

[Verse 1: Krondon] Mind your business kid Get stock your pictures and meet your rock fences Tryna hide from your senses Take a model, we allow interest In the crowd with the quickest kickin' niggas in the ditches Cause we've got a center we could drop vicious The road less travel cause it's men to go without Wild rappers sound soft as Mickey Mouse wearing stretched pants So just the fans do a Disneyland dance The more flamboyant Blind but I run it with the clarity and vision so they call me clairvoyant Engineer for your sheer enjoyment The unseen, I make em come clean up off it Torture and torments We chase the revenge, might tantalize retirements Them scruntin' out and terrorized, strong on specialized in severing lies Then send em off to Bishop Lamont to get baptized [Hook: Krondon] They need oxygen The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west The north and the south, let's help em CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are Don't kill 'em Bishop Let me get 'em Phil Hit with the energy to kill that beat Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going [Verse 2: Phil Da Agony] Rough like the skin around my neck Love it, whatever Nigga dirty like the bottom of my shoes rubber That's how I bounce raps over tracks, stacks over racks Plaques hanging over the cracks Knoc-turn'al's revenge, blood on the syringe Crowd control, I power steer em like the Benz Seats hugging like dykes while I'm meeting Mike and Ikes My stereo be bumpin' like my stereotype Light burnin' like the red flag warning Follow the backwood trail that lead you to the water Thirsty like niggas like me Cool like jeans shorts with my spizz-ikes, I do the right things Rugged like my brothers in Iraq Attacking my problems like a hijacker or a linebacker My fate got no fear factor I'm up late, putting in work, I wanna move faster [Hook] [Verse 3: Chace Infinite] The blackhearted angel with a gun and a halo Breathe til my energy cease, so Allah say so My city breed killers nigga you can observe That's why I rarely sound happy when I write these words I'm a product of the game, born into the cocaine era that spread over the nation like bad weather There's something in the air round here I can't even explain it God it even feels hot when it's rainin' Niggas been gangbangin' since Carter and Reagan Made millions, killed thousands, still ain't shit changing Tell my niggas Bishop hit em with that reformation Caltroit, Chace Infinite, that's elevation Surrounded by the essence of hate, we breathe light in the game So you can inhale life in your brain Surrounded by the devils and snakes who breathe light in the game Frontin', fill a couple shots in the frame Breathe [Hook]