[CRIMSON]
Full of bars when they come around, run with the GAWDS/ fall to the morgue, when them inner thoughts pause to ya force/ so ironic, we brought the choppa to settle score/ now they apologize, but the lead dropping, faint to ignore/ brain to the wall, bet them n***as scatter, when we hit the block/ peace, don't adopt.. Man our fingers itching to body rock/ yeah.. Looney groovy, move right up out the sock/ yeah.. But the choice with you when the music stop/ girl just listen now and hit me on my cellular/ prepare to fill up, and feel the flame of something irregular/ tricks up the goyard sleeve, for ya poig-nan-cy/ coming to top, who y'all be, when arrive, I leave/ but I'm in the spot, gang.. Don't double track, before we double tap/ and bring the blockas supply the static, homie hop out of that/ every ring, every chain, every pot of gold, everything/ bring the f**ing pain, lame finna see gawd reign, they can't attain/ perfect! Run the j**els mics (mikes) I'm k**ing too/ I am in the mood, high up in the sky am I amused/ mm-mm I refuse, to let these MUTHAfu*kAS light the view/ Type of guy that I am, set science to ya f**ing mood/ mind ih like a lion up in this iron environment/ why you come with the pluses, up in a place full of minuses/ huh? But I peep the action, pape full of green, relaxing/ n***as talking to talk, dawgs ain't afraid of the clapping/ ba*tard! King Crim, gawd to the men, so with any con come a pro when we back up in the town once again/ turn it up and then throw it down, lounge when I'm in/ cop the bottle, moet Imma drown my vices of innocent/ lemme lay it, I layered this when I made the jump/ off of my poppa lawn, dodging hills, rocks and the stumps/ soften the touch, but the harder blow of the punch/ will blow all the hearts to the dust, pull the trigger f**a, don't make a fuss/
[Intricate]
This is only the sign of things to come/ the ominous promise for anything tryna stop us, deem me a prophet/ but this is beyond the right to say I told you so, this is go for broke, this is go for more/ this is opposition being paraplegic, going toe to toe/ late nights up I can be the logo for OVO/ we won't wait up, for you to get ya weight up/ housin' all the flava, and they tryna be ya neighbor/ when it comes to tough sh**? they slackin' they need to bu*ton up but, we be genes' in the make up/ y'all ain't figured it out yet, there are no outlets/ only insurmountable mountains, I've been my own counter, counting on myself but y'all are just a coin in the fountain/ I wish you well and still give em hell/spit this sick sh**, while I'm sittin' all up in my citadel, and its open fire if you cross the pale/