100,000 Indi

[Verse 1: Casual] When shit going bad my daughter's looking at me like "Where you going dad?" Do some old-school shit Grab my pool stick and hop in the cab Money magnets, mover; jagged They're coming with a hundred styles Without getting redundant Abundant blessed success in excess [Phesto] Get the drift I'm nickel slick with articulate Discourse in any predicament So hit the dick Under the relentless Hammer illogic[?] Inanimate objects move Under my telekinetic groove in the vocal booth So we interrogated rappers til they wrote the truth On record; we introduce a new spectrum A rhyme texture for dissection Mic testing Only slight pressure we might diss you So you know the prototype from these soda pop Radio ad king cobra types on the mic Behold when i unfold this soul on ice [Hook] X 2 We bout a hundred thou indie Niggas ain't knowing about These chips we be spending We doing it up And it's only the beginning That's right [Verse 2: Abstract Rude] Don't fret the butts Bout pops til the wee hours When dust crop til the cops These cowards have no shame You got the game all wrong And if you get in trouble Who the one you call on? Your folks When so broke with no hope It's those close Know what i wrote's dope Fo sho Quotes and antidote franchise On the damn team Started to get the ring On the first ring no mercy [Opio] It's only the beginning Niggas ain't knowing about The chips we be spending Your style is bulimic nigga Anorexic i bust like a tec Spit wreck-less Leave you headless This hard like a wreck thick[?] You soft and squeamish Feminine Like a seamstress Serena or Venus I got the U.S. open Like i'm Agassi Fuck brooke shields I'm in the blacktail magazine (that's right) That's me and the cherry flavor paper The paper so i can attack Be prepared to meet my maker [Hook] X 2 [Del] Yeah, my start is your end Like yin yang Diablo diabally[?] I entertain with infinite game Intentions bent to frame Cultured ultra luminous He was just tuna fish Blacking out like a lunar eclipse When i'm chewing my bitch out For ruining shit (damn it) You should just get The fuck out of dodge Or learn how to guard Now that the people know How you cowards are (we see you) The power's far beyond yours I'm your fissure that's provocative with proper shit Shorty get shut down Charlatans all get hung, see the strange fruit? It ain't cute how they framed you Knowing it ain't true; but double claim's proof Youthful outlook Don't let my mouth put me in positions not Possible to climb out of But on the flip tip Clubs in all holes trying to sink my ship [Hook] X 2