[Verse 1: Cinco] I don't even know what the hell I'm rapping for Maybe cuz I'm after your Cape like you're a matador Maybe that's a metaphor All the things I'm chasing All the nights I wasted All the demons I'm facing Screw the money f** the fame All this because, man I love "the game" Never give less than 100 percent Came in for art and I do it to vent Craft like a poet, hope I don't blow it If you don't know it, show how I flow this Dopest Joseph, do hocus pocus while they throw me roses Bouquets to soufflets, I'm too late Touche what you say, a full plate Gotta make way, and I can't play Can't delay, no way, can't wait No bullsh**, end of discussion I'm gonna get mine, won't leave with nothing We are coming for the top spot, sh** Dream team bandits, me and BKnitts [Bridge] L-U-C-I-D-I-T-Y [Verse 2: BKnitts] Live in the flesh from the land of the free and the home of the brave Most of the time, got a load on my mind but I don't really quite know what to say But I'd rather be quiet, say nothing 'fore anything here gets spoken in vain Y'all take your pride and throw it away all for a little moment of fame What an erroneous shame, bogus and lame, living that life without a hope for change Y'all talk that sh** but won't go to my face. Y'all act hard but we know that y'all ain't Take another chance, won't throw it to waste. Take another glance, I'm off the chain Take another tab, let it go to my brain. Then write another rap let it flow out the veins Open up the grave, close that casket. Honing my craft, no holding me back it's Sort of like magic the way that I fabricate and paint a picture on the canvas, damn it I'm sort of like a Mozart. You're more closer to Rose-Art My flow sharp, Fall back, leaf me alone you f**ing blow hard Man all these corporate penguins sound the same to me it's no farce Now start moving like February's almost over- go March Right over all the foothills where the fields end and plateaus start To meet the highest peaks that you could reach within the Ozarks