Saccade One

[Verse 1: Jay Reeferson]
Check. Seeming as it is you niggas ain't for real
Pity as i'm seeing seeing cats receiving smacks of active skill
Spitting cancer cigarettes ain't even have a stench of ill
Still intact with SliQ in fact the movement is an act of kill
And by the way, this is just an observation
See i'm looking at you rappers from above the constellation
Watch me pop the popular, come with cops I cope some agents
Who would love to fuck you up, me I cut the conversation
Fuck is wrong with niggas lately? I've been in the purest form
In fact I pose a haunting Phoenix feel this when i drag like Paul
Got my Shenron on, wishing of the Dragon Balls
You're sure to catch a fire from the SLAY, escape or tag along
Nigga I know bitches I could submit at the Summit
Where you'll have your money thrown up like its fucking with your stomach
I'm nothing like you rappers but there's something i'm becoming
Trap game subtle yeah nigga you ain't see us coming

[Verse 2: SliQ G]
Current conversation as she tells me where her place is
So I slide in like a coin right after going through the changes
Got no time for niggas hatred rather look upon the waist
When she moving the vibrations hit the iris in my face
Make a nigga finna trip on some Psychedelic Shid
Shooting up like L-Shabang (bang) yeah it is just what it is
After that i'm back to biz, give the microphone a hit
Let the sound produce the smoke now your speakers getting lit
Blowing (blowing) blowing Os to this otherwise hippy music
Have yourself a drink or two and then get jiggy to it
Sip a few with a missus that i'm in the room with
I go ten rounds in my trunks when I drink the fusion
Rap game is gruesome with a happy face
Hustle like i'm tardy give it to you for the cash and change
Boy with a graphic taste, fate to be young black and paid
Surfing on the highly Klassified i hope you catch the wave (wavy)