[Verse 1: Jann Dough]
Bud Capital, vicecrux
Triscuit dipping while these words are slipping
Yeah I'm high and living so everything is chillin'
Damn I'm not top-billing
But I'm catching the feeling that it's coming soon like in the movies dude
f** the camera crew, they can't capture this picture
Don't be drinking my mixture, you can't handle elixir
Taking shots like a pistol, smoking doobs like a missle
Artillery baby, come and try and get crazy
Playing songs from the 80s but no crack no Haiti
Oops, I meant c**aine, sh** don't complain
Cause you not in my lane, you don't think the same as I do
I'm most dope in the high school
Head banging I'm liable
I'm with a group don't try it, bull
Like I said, head banging, I'm liable
[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Make fun of my method, drive his back with a lexicon then jump the Rubicon
Make fun of my method, and let grades not fall upon a newborn
Courage manifested tenfold to meet a quota
Static character who is surely fixed on being keen, and never inching over cause love is a Casanova
Rosemary in the blender, change colors
Get out of my head, ha
Jawns on me, nah
Jann what's a wind god
Connect self-control to a made pretense of
[Outro]
Smoke hits from the bong
Smoke whole wheat blunts