Reboot

[Verse 1: Logpog]
A heartbeat, I've hardly been starting to try
When I write with a Sharpie, I hardly put time
I say that I'm artsy, but probably, I'm trying
To be putting my heart all over the pot like it's parsley
Like a pothead drinking Sudafed
Thinking that I'd rather be dead than be in a world where no lives matter
Feeling seasick, really need to piece it
Together, and see a little bit of peace, like I found Jesus
When I count, desist, need to listen a bit
Get some assistance
And not sit as my own final witness
When I don't ask permission and don't ask forgiveness
And ignore statistics, and I'm bored with business
And ignore the system, and implore false wisdom
And believe in nothing, and just keep on bluffing
When you're caught in your tracks, and you'll deny that it happened

[Verse 2: Xerces]
The description doesn't hit if not a synonym
Illiterate, then forget it- in turn, these British
And lanterns admitted the crypt split it, it burn
Like six furnaces, writ, it affixed, learnin' them digits
And simultaneously dispelling one-trick-pony myths
Isn't he one adolescent tucking six-trigger energy
And crawling down for 'fax, like a rich Indian centipede?
Yeah, when I look at my tree
I see leaves missing, generations of harsh living
Addiction, yeah, reminiscent of a pretty little pig
So they put me in the pen 'cause my license suspended
Yeah, crack ceramic, you slap a hand out the
Basher 'round, thrasin' shot, and dashing these diamonds
Don't let the tiger out, crack-a-lacking, like Snap, Crackle, whop
And ammo off, hide your face and throw your flannels off
They should never... yeah

[Verse 3: Ni$h!th]
Got an A in math, I guess my numbers going up
I’m only on my map, like a current location markup, uh
Beating up these mans lyrically, call it bar drub
You like a toe and I’m the wall about to stub
I gotta drive these tracks
So y’all gotta sync up to me, call it Google
Let me draw the picture like a doodle
Money coming from all directions like a loophole
I’m with all of my boys like Tom and Jerry
Who are you? Where are you? I call it Perry
Triangulating the location of my money, like head of Phineas
Got such a stank face, that the song gave me Medusa face, it’s hideous
Logpog, Xerces, Oreo
Music generals like Coriolanus
No pain when the boys are involved
New stuff out there, might just go and cop
Knit all these bars together, like crochet, uh
Back to the old days
When we ain't have nothing in them minimum wage days
Cracking up, like a chip, Lays, getting paid, on a raise