(Iriscience) Aiyyo actions reactions, addition subtraction Crew split the factions, split the fractions E-mail celly talk two-way faxes Rap bold is love just ask the axis, relax Listen to what your ears say Don't believe the hear-say, or a beer say You fuckin' with entrepreneurs and rhyme wars Marked up passports and world-wide tours But still bangin' out of cars I'm sure All the heads that cop our shit romp the tour You kick a little something but the crowd want more I kick a smorgasbord, that could feed the poor I learn to spit raps, brace for kick back And drip wax, some of the illest on slip mats Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission Swollen Membership on a Cali to Van mission.
(Chorus:Iriscience) Passport stamped up at the station Through customs through immigration The sign reads welcome to your nation We come to bring the celibration.
(Prevail) The war on paper, bongs and smoke vapours Blowin' up and out, goin' up a belt Watch the formula, shadows and corridors We haven't slept yet, my eyes are bloodshot And when the drums drop, that's the fun part Stare and snipe you out here at the street fight Let the beat ride black market midnight Attack a stack of vamps like a pit fight
So many bones get broken in the rib shack That's where I live at, yo watch the kick back RPMs back seats and engine blocks I got my tale pipe stuck up in a glove box All our songs rock, duck the Molotov Clear bottle, call the dogs off At the borders, and at the air ports We shoot straight and know exactly what to aim for. (Chorus:Iriscience) (x2)
(Mad Child) Aiyyo it's spread like a virus, Mad Prev and Iris (Iriscience) Never ask if you can dig it like Cyrus Shadow boxin' got a killer silhouette Even when we open crowd be like they rock the illest set Feel us yet? You romper room rappers Ain't catchin' half the shit I say until the mornin' after This shit is evil on pars don't have to play it backwards This was made from stacks of cash from underneath my mattress But most of y'all are just a bunch of fuckin' actors Flexible suckin' your own dick for practice, actors If I can't get a chance to put my claim on it You smoked about a thousand pounds with my name on it Free medical and dental plan I'm on six figures bitch you drive a rental van Smokin' weed in coffee shops, stripper sucked for dough Talk to me about the border I'm like fuck you bro.
(Chorus:Iriscience) (x4)
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