RA:nnHush, rustle in the leaves, make believers mouthing off againnI’mma make believers outta all of themnSaw the pen to pieces, it bleeds – it’s of the living kindnTreat it with respect with respect to the civilizednYesteryear I pressed to hear Mr. X up in your introsnSend those messages via text, lesser infonBeam me up, Bluetooth flashynAutomatic transmission can’t diminish my savvynThese are hundred-dollar jeans, hundred-dollar jeans, mannStylin’ on the aisle do my part-of-sin charter CSPANnAnchor dropped, dead center – none of y’all can move menYour defendant’s plain if aint no pendant on the jewelrynAint no sinners in the jury box? Toss the flurry of rocksnAnd watch the couriers scurry to turn a profit off anPotshot right from the sniper of DCCL (750)nSuffice to say they don’t aim wellnnnCHORUS:nnnAiyo the game seen it comin’ so the hunt’s unfairnTap the power from the one-two and run it through the chairnTell the cult they are leaderless, only option nownIs to wait for them to bownAnything you say can and will be used against younBroke the unspoken, yeah I know you never meant tonFire in the crucible, crown melted downnNow who’s turn is it to bow?nnGEOLOGIC:nnAiyo, the music was not made for savin' younIt's what you do when the record stops playin'nWho woulda knew a couple dudes from the '80s groovenTo spit the truth in the booth and get praisesnPlus the hate that brews ain't nathin' newnCause no matter what you say they fi'n to label younGot something in two-thousand-and-eight to provenBut I wouldn't cast a ballot if they paid me tonI played it cool like Prince in a paisley suitnMade it rain hella purple like we played the UnMade for you, but suits tend to blame us toonSayin' we takin' jobs but we're lazy toonSo we had to take it back to my days in schoolnWatchin' BADLZONE, Rise Crew and Bainful BrewnBut who made the rules if we were made to losenWe just scholars and a market in a change pursuitnnnCHORUS