(Intro Verse - DEADCRW)
They call me Crow prophet, a young Socrates
Cause I be kicking knowledge like I was in soccer tees
Smoking ivory on other peoples properties
& middle finger to the blocks police
& ain't no probably’s, aint' shit you could offer me
I'm underground like critters at the bosses feat
Can count my wins but it's usually the loss that speaks
Against all odds when the cost is deep, nigga

(Verse - DEADCRW)
I'm on the move to spit the truth to the misguided youth
There ain't no fairies you could trade for a lopsided tooth
Too many friends turn enemies due to misguided truths
Forget about niggas like most IOUs
& if you need the best weed, indeed I might know who
Dial up my second line, he might come through
I keep alert with dirt and who im serving to
Cause I done seen dogs turn to serpents too…
My metamorphosis is of more sores on spit
It's like I get more raw the more poor I get
It's like I give more claw with the more paw I get
& I ain't satisfied unless I palm some clit, or palm a spliff
I'm waiting on when karma hits
Laid back, taking Arnold Palmer sips
Way back, since I had in pamper shits
Man, fam, knew I would be cancerous
& yo, answer this, ain't this what y’all pretending to be?
Straight Jersey, like the stitch in the seams
Life ain't what it seems, what missed you, in the future redeems
when your dreams follow the Luther regimes, nigga

(Intro Verse - D'Jazzo)
Nigga they are not prepared, I've seen the change in faces
I remain the same, I keep rapping, no vacations
I'm embracing what is good, i be chasing all the smoothness
I write what is true, but your homies are clueless
Whose this? noisy ass smacking my door
Get the fuck out of my property, beware of the dog
I don't bark I bite, going hard with the slow vibe
Max on the beat, elevated with the lofi

(Verse - D'Jazzo)
This is trife and you're just your mommas kid
When I spit with all the violence you better be prepared
I'm an OG & you's an amateur
Coming to the battle, Im not Jeru but ill damage ya, ain't feeling ya, Nah
Nigga you so wack to me
I bring fucking ill lines that you feel like lobotomies
You're just a wannabe, & you never went that deep bro
This became my habit thats why now i dont sleep bro
My verse colder, it's smarter than Yoda
The trains coming fast you can't stop it so, hold up
My brains like a cat to spray my own throw up
I blow up the spot getting high, word to mother

(Outro - DADCRW/D'Jazzo)
Ayo, word to mother, i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother
Ayo, word to mother, i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother
what, what, a what, what... word to mother, i blow up the spot getting high, word to mother
word to mother, I blow up the spot getting high with your mother