Liev Schreiber

[Verse 1: Term K]
Listen to the kids, bruh
Ain't nobody speaking, bruh
They too busy playing victim on their social media
Everybody an enemy, everything is offensive
Self-esteem is a luxury and it's getting expensive
Feeling empty inside so I'm penning my will
Either ready to die or I'm ready to kill
Hold up, everyone chill, may I have your attention?
Ac and Terminal K sure to make a lasting impression
Manic depressive like, what you expect?
Comfortably numb and as dumb as it gets
Stuck to his guns with a gun to his head
I mustn't be loved but must be respected
Cut me a check then, spare me some change then
Fairly deranged and apparently braindead
Wasted, hit the Mary Jane, let the cherry roast
The canary sang and it carry notes
Only 24 on some karat gold
But you know I run the show, call me Barry O
Mano y mano, no, mono y stereo
Blow it out your derriere, I'll be there for your burial
I'm the shit kid, all you is is feces
I'm the bees knees, jeez, you the opposite
I'm sick and tired of these expired emcees
Why don't you please make like a Schreiber and leave?
I'm a mimbo, male bimbo, pale gringo
Flip lingo, get low, yeah, limbo
Tip-toeing in my Timbo's with the kinfolk
Syndrome of a down, swim around the fishbowl
A bit slow, don't know when to stop
Roll like a stone, get stoned like a rock
You think you holding the throne but you not
Simmer down, bitch, you only holding my spot

[Verse 2: Acumental]
They call me A.C. Slater, 28 weeks later
I'm a great debater decimating each hater
Yo, I'll take three Makers with a grape drink chaser
Ac gettin' blacklisted, James T. Spader
We're not neighborly, but on paper we shine
My rhymebook chock-full of wild vagueries, look
I maim the imitators
Pontificating a written statement, you fakers are facing elimination
I'm the Fonz boppin' the jukebox
Hop on the rooftops in a single bound
I make music, hit the speed of sound
See the schoolmaster in the classroom
That's an anagram, I use semantics to harass you
It's Ac, a candid newscaster in a bad mood
Babbling a rap, doing gymnastics in a tracksuit
I pack a bag and go to battle like it's Appomattox
Vanish in a flash, you know my camera snap the panoramics
Peep the flow, my team the only reason to believe in hope
Mediocre people know I steal the show
So break a leg and tell an egghead to eat a yolk
Leave the old videos up so you can see the growth
I'm a pro and you're a protégé
Throwing shade, ready made novacaine like Odelay
'Cause when I lace a vocal track, holy mackerel
The kid's a natural, his hidden talent is intangible
International, we been traveling the planet
Term and Acumental turning gravel into granite
Find me shackled in a cabin dropping acid by the tablet
I'm an asinine assassin loading ammo in his magnum, been
Granted a wish to gab, jabber and dish
I'm blathering, let me sum it up, adding the digits, mathematician
Ac will take a bath with your bitch
'Cause not to brag but my dick's an average six
Cannibalistic, massacre nitwits
Ac, a magical mystic rapper adamantly handling business
Bear witness, hopping through an obstacle course
Chopping the corpse up and I don't feel an ounce of remorse, yo
If you had a thought in your head, it would be lonely
Ac a rather talkative gent
Cooking bologna on the stove top
No, I'm not known for my emotions
But analyze our minds and diagnose it as neurosis, wow

[Outro]
Happy New Year's everybody