[Mictlan]nHardliner (streak), crack the felt-tipnClock-winder (tweak), patch the velvetnCap-un Air-Soft electricnEat the face off a centipedenI'll Metroid your sectionnA bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow startnPivot on a shitter shitting out a Wonka Gold CardnInka-drinka bottle of AquanetnHock a loogie at lookie-lousnAnd you? Jockin' itnn[P.O.S.]nPromise of stressin' outnThem long days could snapnThen split wrists with style like slap braceletsnStack cases not murder raps but casesnFulla MPC's, guitars, bassesnDrum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rapnYeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of thatnI'm just here to press throughnContinue to rep DoomnAnd splinter mess from blow up the spot to wreck roomsnn[Sims]nSims hoppin innMid-continent occupantnCold spot non-stoppin itnFrom the stock locked old cops cocking itnWho works for who is so obviousnSo bend the barrel backnSend the Herald thatnNothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze for the youngnBooze for the rest just to keep on pressingnYou're looking fresh but who you impressing?nn[Hook]nRelax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past speed trapsnWe don't want thatnWe don't take thatnWe don't need thatnSave that actnYou play the part, we play the bladenWe scrape your heartnWe came to take the marknn[Sims]nAnd it seems that the heart is the heart of the problemnYou want the view from the roofnDon't want to build from the bottomnTruth is we got 'emnBrick by brick over fist with or without 'emnThe road is slick but I steer throughnPush the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the rearviewnTop Ramen jar-sipper, bar-rippernI dig to build, they dig to fill the sifternn[P.O.S.]nWe'll prolly never grow up into a Cosby sweaternHobby betternYet ever quitnWell prolly nevernThis is not a switchnThis is in my blood simple as spitnNever rich, never stressed, never poor, never sicknWhen's that?nProlly nevernI'll stick to simple shitnLike the beat never left I'ma walk with a little bit of rhythm in my stepnn[Mictlan]nWe pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the oxnRocket the broccoli probably obvi', we didn't poli' the costnPoppin' off the collar?nChilled heatnCall me Sake BombnHolla for hobby, all for the offer now talk to me calmnThe Boom-Diggi-DoomnThe groove's in me so movenIf you with me then provenBreak bread famnWho emptied the room?nWe brought plenty to movenWe were too heavy for wombs and cracked diaphragmsnnHooknn[P.O.S.]nFrom the frost-bit center of America's mapnA couple cats tryna get a couple hands to clapnTryna eat, tryna live a littlenGander backnFrom the frost-bit center of America's mapnA couple cats tryna shake a little stress with rapnBut hold upnWe don't breathe enoughnTryna beat these days but they're creeping up