The Society

[Verse 1: Dunkin Vinyl]
Never wrote a verse
For better for worse
All I wrote is a chorus
About a dog in a hearse

Over 400 voice memos
Fill the storage in my phone
4 years of making melodies
Adding shit on the regularly

Make one song on a whim
Just me carts and Grimm
After the annual debate
Grimm’s verse we translate

Next day Grimm failed sobriety
But we create the society
Get the boys the partake
Count the days till we graduate

Intrude the goon gathering
Pondering knowing I’ll be back in the stu
Watching them goons consume
Rittling right out a cartoon

Making beats, carts gave me lessons
We all meet in studio sessions
Drinking Milller’s, no Brennan
Go to Deacs and pop the question

Ask if he Can narrate the album from the beginnin
Deacs accepts but under one condition
Doesn’t want the bishop calling him cause we sinning
We Hear the answer, and apples chins start chinning

12 hours in carts room
Didn’t know the outcome
I came out with an album
This shit be our anthem

Deacs asking bout our legacy
But Personally
When you hear the name Dunkin vinyl
Bitch you better Remember me

[Verse 2: Kiyarts]
Always had a love for music I wanted share that
Shit with the world
Having dreams about our legacy Deacs said we won't fail
On that Graduation stage did we do it time will tell
We the Society this album bout what our legacy entails

They got me got me doing a style of rapping I never could fathom
Opening day at the valley I had the flu shit was tragic
I might’ve pissed in a bottle I might’ve gave it to Johnny
I wish that Kraus could a drop a verse on this and join the Society

I…

Give my heart out to the boys (give my heart out to the boys)
Pour my love out for them boys (pour my love out for them boys)
Blood sweat and tears but ain’t employed (blood sweat and tears but ain’t employed)
Grimm he fucked up getting JOI's

I guess it’s time to finally pass the mic Kiyarts signing off for one last time
I really hope this music shit work out because this shit my life
Said Ima miss these nights with all the boys we catching every vibe
But this shit is not a one and done yeah we boutta do it twice

Society 2 One the way

[Verse 3: Fly Velo]
Yeah
Alright, lets do this shit

Walk in the store
Kick down the door
She open up the drawer
Tell that bitch to give me more

Next thing you know it's a war
Guns blazing
Bullets raining
My littles homie in training
He aiming

Blaww
Let it ride

Get in the whip
Tell my youngin get a grip
If the cops ask don't slip
Next order we dip
Out
Back to that 716
Fuck Nut

[Verse 4: Junior Squirrel]
I'm addicted to gambling, man fuck
I've been loosing buck, after buck, after buck
Yuh, speaking of buck, I bet on the bucks
Man fuck, they lost me my bread

Now I'm broke and got no money
I then went outside and shot a bunny
Shit, I don't really care
I eat pears and apples

Man I hate that kid
I bid cause I gamble
Ohh

[Verse 5: Lil Nut]
These boys take shots at me, but I won't give up
In life I hadn't had the best kind of luck
I'm not good a much, but bring me to the mic and I'll shock ya

Shoes off, knock em
Punch them so hard, I rock em
Like I'm Damar, I'll lock ya
Beat his ass, I'll clock him

[Verse 6: Pawn Solo]
Hop on the lift Johnny put his arm around my back
I own shit, now I need a snack pack
Ask how my life been, I say it's pretty good
Look and finally spot, Grimm and Unc in the woods

Switch up the convo, talk about girls in a shock
Later all she did, was just hit block
Johnny's a dog, I make him play fetch
He has to stay alert, Nut can never rest

Throw his poles off the lift
He need to pop a rift
Made this fucking shit
On the ski lift

[Verse 7: Ryan Grimm]
Yeah
Let me make it clarify
Of the truth that there testify
Of the man that gave it all to purify

But as a stated
And I did swear
For us all to hear, Jesus is Lord
I roar for all Kenmore

Father, Son, Holy Spirt, Holy Ghost
We know that the ghost, knows the most
And as we post this message, let me say upmost
Jesus is Lord, God Bless, Amen

[Verse 8: Giovan]
End of the party but what did we learn
Making this album is the legacy we earn
Dissing on Apple, but he survived the burn
End of the day it’s the fun that we yearn

Me and Squirrel rapped about poverty
And Nut was catching strays very commonly
And Grimm he talked about sovereignty
And Dunkin jazzed up like he’s Donna Lee
Klein came late because he needed sleep
Pawn was showing anything but modesty
“Topping charts” is what Velo promise me
And Deacs+ he came just for the homily
But Honestly
I’m dreaming ‘bout what Kiyarts gonna be

I’m proud of that boy I can’t say it enough
He did it all he was making beats for us
Ever since rap just on the ski bus
Ever since we were imposters acting sus
Kiyarts making music and he had to adjust

To Apple’s tubby ass making him pissed off
Reminding Nut he’s fat as fuck like Rick Ross
Sorry Johnny we destroyed you like Humus
And to our biggest fan thank you Little Tomas

[Verse 9: Ray Sosa]
Inauguration cancelled
Temps that went below
Hunter B had flown out
Too much fucking blow

Secret Service active
Tik Tok ban is happening
Hope that Congress cappin
Account will go inactive

Me and Philly gotta snack, he says he wants a Fresca
Get it up for this flight, so I can feel Fresha
Me and parents skipped mass
Holy Ghost gon whoop our ass

Shout out to my mom
They used to call you Sosa
Made my name Ray
And took the name Sosa

CTK was sinking boat, we went down with the ship
Sir Manuel got booted, because he had them with his grip
Masked up new beginnings, how did it go so sour
But the boys are back together now, and now were overpowered

Can't even lie yeah, I need to come clean
When Pat first told me about this album, I felt like being mean
Connected by the beats, nothing matter from our pass
Take it away Philly, make sure it don't sound like ass

[Verse 10: Fly Velo]
I got deepest closet at school
You see the jewels
Bitch's drool
Guns dual
Kids a fool
Use the kid as a mule
What I'm doing to the kid is cruel
Snow blower needs some fuel
Balling like Jordan Poole

2v2ing Klein
Bitches doing lines
Only drinking fine wine
Wu tang sign
2k with stein
Lil Tom whines

Says he doesn't like the house design
Me and Ray sit back and recline
Westside Gunn shrine
Stay behind these lines
Just like Korn blind
This place inside my mind
A place I like to hide

[Verse 11: QB1]
Now I'm on this shit
George Kunz thinks he's slick
Be careful or I'll give your girl the dick

Apple is tubby
Bet on the bucks
Making all the money
This shit ain't funny

Nose a little runny
I can see Apple's tummy
Gio a little bummy
With his bunny