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[Intro: E-Dot and Loer Velocity]
E-Dot: Ayyo, I feel this right here. Yo. Yo, Loe. Yo, I’ma rip this to shreds, yo. [?], you got this? Yo. Black flag, yo
Loer Velocity: Yo, true. Chill, chill, chill, [?]. No doubt, no doubt. Let me get it right there. Yeah, let me get it

[Verse 1: Loer Velocity]
Velocity, the god who you see in the flesh
Change water to rhyme with this. Don’t test
Can I get a witness while I profess?
A fifty sack to the fellow who can get closest
Truthfully, I’m soon to be that bodega poster
Promoting your liver cancer and stomach ulcer
Sike. Man, I write like I’m supposed to host it dirty
For niggas who want to knuckle up and prove they worthy
And only doing this to be proving a point
Make sure it’s rolled tight, whether doobie or joint
Dutch or Garcia Vega, “I” self from savior
Truthfully, my square’s that of blue collar labor
Overtime-working, always curtains for sure
Connoisseur of what they call “sticky raw”
Shifty, not as easygoing as before that
Kick-in-the-door, wave-in-the-four-four-type mentality
Get you for your bullshit weakly salary
You don’t want the beef—you said you don’t need the calories
Style in these words disturb frequency
Causing your cringing and begging for leniency
I do conveniently encompass social
Discrepancies as undertones in my vocals
Piss on y’all corny, one-dimensional hopefuls
That the song plays on. Yo, Dot, bring in the soul

[Verse 2: E-Dot]
Well, it’s the [?] shiznit, black-flag-enlisted
Licking shots ‘til you ear pop like a biscuit
Everything hurts, nothing specific. Focused and I rip it, but
Still, y’all sleep. It’s just ridiculous
To me, it’s deep. It’s like a sickness
And those that speak stay on my shit list
Nice with these flows I frequent. Still, they risk it
Spit it precise and with a quickness, but
Too phenomenal for y’all to diss it
I record, copyright, solicit. Really, quite simplistic
Been in it for a minute, but apparently you missed it
Skeptics have dissed it. But, as it turns out
They were never realistic. I insisted that they shouldn’t
But they didn’t want to risk it, then get hit with
Force of a bullet that is projected from a biscuit
Predicament worse than the next skit. I dished it
Do he? Shoots for the three, but then he bricked it
How big could a nigga risk it?
[?] into all types of sick shit
We thorough and got a thick clit, a hairy chest, and a big dick
Girls in every borough. Dog, I’m pimp-slick
Loose lips sink ships. Can’t say names
Legitimate, but, still, it’s all the same
Yo, liquor fifth of mint and Irish marks for your frame
E-Dot rip it to you once again. It’s on. It’s like

[Outro: Loer Velocity]
Hahaha. Aight. My neezy, E-Deezy, take your blood clot easy. Haha, word up. Hot shit, son