[Intro: U.G.]
Yo. It's U.G., yeah. Cella Dwellas, yeah. It's like that, yo. Nah'm saying? I'ma keep y'all in reality and in the realm, show you how we flip the technique. Yo, yo
[Verse 1: U.G.]
Murder verse, thirst for the worst, burst first
Return you to Earth, from which you came. It's a cold game
I'll hold and aim, open your brain, soak. The remains
Are leftovers left in Rovers when the mess was over
Test a holster and rest forever sleepy
Streetsweep, my n***as pick where your keys be
Give me the keys, please, or kiss your knees slumped in the whip
Pump with the grip, pump and let it rip through your organs
Spit fortunes when talking, Freddie Bla**ie
Very “Cla**y,” machete where your back be
This ain't an act, B. In fact, B, your faculty is wack to me
This ain't a scrap to me. It's more than that, kid, yo
The cloud dockings, meetings with Martians with odd skin
Unloading carbon in the fuel tanks, ready for takeoff
I'll face off with any living thing that breathes air
Feed your ears to my pet vulture. It's U.G. prophet
I'm spotted navigating a UFO from the co*kpit
I'm gothic and shoplift magic objects and drink
From goblets, chew the cartilage off the hardest rap artist
Drag him in the forest, fog to the north. Polymorph
In the morgue, then scatter, twist matter
Rip like a raptor from this life to the after
I'll be the illest to spit the mystical style. My sh**
Is wild. Yo, Blowout, man. You know my style
Word up