if there’s hope we’ll keep on trying
believe me we are dying, can’t you tell
afraid that the end will be anytime soon

soon I’ll keep on flying
got herbs to keep me high on the clouds
number 9 coming down, all over again

keep your brain on the side
drink and she’s amplified
meet me in the, middle of them bringing me down
in-between gemini’s
yet seven days in July
put your hands up, if your feelin’ me now on the mic…

you pop and lock, I’m b-boy kangol top
for the crown of hip hop
we get down…
underground and lo-fi
keep my rhymes superfly

we create,
mutiply,
then we die.

with the shelltoes that you’re rocking
hit thrift stores to go shopping, it’s a shame,
that everyone here is knowing your name

so if we break it
we got alcohol to fake it I’m the blame
again and again we do it the same

you pop and lock, I’m b-boy kangol top
for the crown of hip hop
we get by …

u spill the wine, I sip whiskey with lime
we smoke kind by the dime,
we get down…
underground and lo-fi
keep my rhymes superfly
we create,
mutiply,
then we die.