Every second that I’m steppin away from confrontations
All the hatin escalates until bombs get dropped on AZNraps
Achin’ back beneath the deadly weight of all my patience
That was made thin, ever since I discovered that Hong was makin tracks
I’m breakin glass everytime I scratch the surface
Every rhyme, it has a purpose, to murk the fuckin person
That lurks behind a version of AIM; like Wordsworth
From the grave, my words burst from the veins within my cervix
The pain is always worth it, I’d spit blood and spill guts
And even without wit I’d fill lungs with shit, mud
Just to be the illest to fuckin kill ya with this tongue
All I need to rip ya is a single punch 2 flip 1’s
So as soon as you spit one, your shits done
And over with like the "cross over" that just hit ya
Switch up the numerals, it’s his funeral paid in full
Add up his fuckin name, and you’ll know who’s getting "8"
