Tricked

[Verse 1: Advizer, Crescent Moon, both]
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Always brings a warning of the winter season
Which brings the demons intervening in my fucking life
Keeping me up at night, take watch the mic and wish me dreaming
Okay, grab it after me and reach the journ's end
You wanna battle me? The outcomes be determined
Young cannonball Adam be, how I preach a sermon
Hate disgusting rappers cuz that's who I'm least concerned with
But really, y'all made me lose my shit and calm
I wish Biggie Smalls would come back to kill you all
I'm tame and mellow but when they played y'all fool songs
I felt like going Danny Aiello on the boombox
You got these kids kicking drink knowledge, stealing styles like kickboxes (What?)
And wind up with a handful of dick sausage
Is Las Vegas in the house?
Cuz I'm feeling lucky just to be the object of they shit talk

[Verse 2: Nomi]
Day by day, it's more impossible to cope
Bout to break some bottles, tell your girl to grab a coke
Write your last love letter, it's apocalypse now
We be working like plows while you be hoeing around
Better get the message 'fore you get your head severed
I can do it better than your local street legend
Ponder the slaughter of daughters and sons, run
They built the bomb so we mic the drunk
Here's a bill for the bullet bout the burying the booty
All these sharks think they deep but they wade by the buoy
Kennedy cursing cuz I'm serving you, Slim
I've seen where you been, I'm too big for your Tims

[Verse 3: Eyedea]
I make big money, I drive big cars
That's the reason I don't even be dreaming
To give em what for but the cordial fuck? Who do think you are?
You think too hard, you're not seeing
The fact that your wack speech puts you in direct breach of our agreement
When intellect peaks and starts its downhill journey, beware for the next scene
Inevitably consists of multiple closeup shots
Wherein my fist gracefully your teeth to the cement
The contract I signed legally binds me to nonviolence
But I didn't know you was gon be rhyming
So now it's time to set the lawyers aside and start destroying your pride
I'm annoyed with your vibe, the tone of your voice when you cry
Reminds me of every other motherfucker I've crossed that talked too much
Got crushed, lost his life and was tossed right off the mic
A semi-nauseous night, the moral to the story is
Stick to your word and you won't get served, aight?

[Verse 4: Crescent Moon and Nomi]
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Still got a lot to learn before I hop the curve
Shot a verb and a herd of herbs who got disturbed
When I dropped my verse on top, they lost they nerves
Make dumb cats run laps with a dunce cap
Never come back til the Sun's black, here's a fun fact:
If the thought occurs, are you acting like you not concerned?
I'ma stop the Earth and hit you with a monitor
Stepping up the game, messing up the brain (respect this)
You wetting up they dame, freshing up the aim (Tourette's kid)
I fucked half your guest list, it's impressive
Your girl pawned your anniversary necklace to buy me breakfast
If you ain't lucky you sulking, nothing compared to nothing
Front and end of discussion, you loving fucking your cousin, yeah
Nomi, E-Y-E, Advizer, and Anatomy
Deetalx fuck with more friends than you got
I'm Cres Moon, blood related to Neptune
Who got the props? Pretty much everyone except you, motherfucker!