Passover

[Verse 1: Knox Hill]
I been gettin' bread like the first day of Passover
Different type of fed when the snakes and the grass roll up
Twelve on your head if you think of how stacks hold up
You can do the math, get the bag when the bag grosses
The gross is the grossest, hyperacusis
The prognosis is I'm a poet
When I po' it, drink a whole fifth
They be like "Oh shit, here we go again, we broke the reactor, he gon' blow again"
Got me on their crosshairs, I upset the fringe
Now I'm on the binge
I just watched The Last of Us and ate a bag of mushrooms just to get revenge
Range pulls up with the windows tint
Got my hands both up while they spin the rims
Windows roll shut as the trigger clicks
My brains hit cement, there's no witnesses, shh
Now my body down at the morgue on a Thursday
Stuck inside a box, ironic on a work day
The weekend plays so I rose on the third day
What can I say, I been harder by the wordplay
Fuck water, I get the wine, I'm faded
Got a buzz so big I don't mind if they hate it
When the camera's on 'cause I'll fly and I still planned it
Man, what the fuck are you even talking about?
That was dope man
Why the fuck are you lost me at Passover?
You trippin'
Say some shit that makes sense so we can get paid

[Chorus: Knox Hill]
Alright, don't cross me, I'll go atheist (Woah)
Don't cross me, I'll go atheist (Woah)
Don't cross me, I'll go atheist (Woah)
It's a Passover, otherwise you passed over

[Verse 2: Mark Battles]
Uh oh, I'm back (Yeah)
Always workin', no naps
Like the nation anthem, no Kaep
Made it out, won't go back
Don't slack, got some dressing down
I'ma run it like second down
Always aimin' for the record now
We the best in town, better check around
One song away from a legend' crown
Circus act and I'm checkin' clowns
More flow than a wet and gown
I'm on top and ain't steppin' down
I ain't said it then but I said it now
Talk is cheap, better bet it now
'Cause I'm all in, n*gga, better pound
Wow, it's a different pace, can't skip the race just to get the cake
Want the fade, bitch, pick a date
Can't run home if it hit the gate
All gas, won't hit the brake
Hall pass, my bitch is great
I'm all that like Nick at 8
You all talk, no Ricki Lake
Battles