[Hook: Lord Sear] It's the bar show [Verse 2: Termanology] Fly elegant, intelligent thug with relevance Survives of the declining, crumbling, devilish Game that takes elements of ya soul for renting it Presenting us with the debt, accumulated for selling it Supply leverage to the hustla's cuz we let em live Each line I'll take you into the mind of a veteran Gangster and a gentleman, pedaling rap sentences For cash benefits, this pen is equal to medicine Surpa** negative easily preventable measures I treasure the realness, I possess is unforgettable My soul window, scan and download info Instantaneously I invaded ya whole mental The soul seeker, that'll shatter ya whole speaker Collaborating with holograms for all my features The resurrection, what's a heart with no direction? The body is just a shell, it's more than physical presence I heard of thirst, but y'all dudes live in the desert Gotta give son credit, his grind is unmeasured The paramedics preparing to patch his whole head It's plastered all on the pave, split like a patch of lettuce You get it stretched out on the stretcher like calisthenics All his friends put him on the pedestal that they invented Only to watch him to watch him shredded He fell in a whole deaded, in ya face If you ain't got ya hammer than go get it