G4

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Try to suppress the message in an effort to steal hope
I hope they know regardless that that hope will still grow
I hope you know an artist's work an extension of soul
Whether he draw, paint, build, sculpt, music, or lyrical
Attachment like emotional, caught up in a fixation
It's somewhat a roller coaster extension wore out my patience since
Things were better 'fore they did before they didn't
It nearly flipped the players fitted reflected on products I revisit
My brain from my thoughts drifted
Trying to keep up on the level of the gifted and dead lifted
I push up on the beat rhythm like my bench press
You can count my tracks as my reps
Some people deal in money, others strictly in respect
When it come to my music I look for both when we connect
So I can split the shit to bend an ear and break a neck
And stay up in the top ten rappers that you select
Who got next?

[Verse 2: G-Mo Skee]
I'm next the motherfuckin' hiphop lochness
Before you face the final boss, better save your progress
I get it jumpin' like frog sex
Phife Dawg, from A Tribe Called Quest, told me I'm raw, that's a small flex
I slay niggas, grave diggers finna dig this
Throw you in the hole, and puts the lotion on the skin, bitch
I been rich before I had money, it's within, bitch
You gotta million dollars, but you don't know where your kids live
I'm eatin' fruit and drinkin' pineapple juice
So when I bust in yo mouth, you'll be finding it cute
Nigga, you the type of snake Woody would find in his boot
And we ain't listen to your album, keep reminding us too
I'm grinding for loot
My so-called rivals are flukes
I spit my heart out, fuck around, and die in the booth
INF Gang got yo bitch, finna slide in her cooch
It's pimp suckin' hoes down like firemen do, nigga
FILTH!