[NAiT]

apparently you and your moms never coddled
now you busting off bottle rockets calling it cannon fodder
I'll spit from the same yap while you got the same strap
gave a nudge and he slipped on his lame ass try'n to aim that

if you claim that better go do what makes a name that
spitting inane raps about wood grain whips and flashing caps
fuck flashy raps cause half you cats can't explain where it's at
when time came to go past the illusion you mind frame caste
pain relapsed, mad, cause they never gave you that
well I'm giving you tracks, try'n to keep living in fact
this livings a tax, even when you die they keep asking for stacks
everyday life verse what's below the black mask
feel like I wanna blast back, and empty out the cash stack
of every retailer consuming the block
like bombs on a harbor dropped
hit every sailor perusing the docks
Every whaler hoisting his stocks
Every jailer chained to a chopping block
every patient insane til' the madness stops
every single one of them shit eating cops
hoist the tourniquet until the bleeding clots