Snake Eyes

[Verse 1: Jupiluxe]

Rise to the prize
Good eye, samurai
Oh you focused so am I
And I'm chasing my desires (eye, eye)
I got crystal vision
Metaphoric rhythm pistol
Fully aim it at your temple
So you get it, it's simple
Voice when I inspire
Close shot, call it fire
Pull them in
They get high
Now they love it
Now they mine
Cupid's bow on my method shit
Fuck around and steal ya girl
She ain't been ya bitch
I am on my plenty shit
Stack and get it quickly, if
She want it, she get a fix
I don't treat her special, it's
More like wе associates
She want it, she need it, gеt
Set my sights, and need it, yeah
Set aside the rhythm pride
I got mine, I'm qualified
Get like we, so organized
Full of worth, my target price
Focus first, so fortified for a verse
That's bread, must slide
Words are sharp. watch ya side, watch ya side

[Verse 2: Scriptz]

Dead. bitch [?] (1:30-1:32)

I'm feeling like a sad man
Up on the hydraulics
Pistons out extend
I'm not a fuckin' alcoholic
But I understand that
You're now on another callin'
Business in the van
I'm stuck in mud
The engine spits. It's stallin'
Wet up a fuckin' chant
It is on my shoulder with the lantern
I hear the banter
Sounds in mind the fans turnt
I'm kickin' back
Take that noose up off my neck
I close that book on ya it's black
Green light on my lord I'm whack
Waiting for the sight to crack
Red light district on my back
Hold the world like an atom
That i pierce between my hands
What did you think I'm gonna finish for the sand?
I don't want those fuckin' rustless rollers
Locks up on this lands
I'm a king, king of all
When I'm glide I'm Peter Pan
Magic not so tragic
Got the skull with fuckin' longish strands
Of hair bald as hater
But I'm not a fuckin' player
Lookin' like I'm waiting for a while
But that's another tale
Yeah, Scriptz