Props

Saint Augustine's very own: Sevo and Stix They think they know how to do it But every song we record, we make sure EVERY WORD COUNTS Ha, Ha, Ha Heart beating, pretty decent reason to start speaking A beacon in the dark, the sharks to start sneaking Smart remarks leaking, weary eyes peeking And sharp the darts breaching, the secrets your heart's keeping My simple style of solution will solidify I get a greater generation from a genocide If you don't like it, I expect you're just a courier A weak excuse, another social justice warrior Probably offended by the tone of my voice But you spend every waking minute by the pros of a choice Maybe I'll never get the gist of your cause But I'm saying this to bust a jizz in your thoughts Zero to troll in nothing but milliseconds I have the control, end of the short-lesson Don't wanna buy your bullshit, I'm just browsing Impossible power levels cause I'm over 9000 You think you know it all, but you don't know shit I'm riding downtown baby while I'm singing this song Knowing damn well you won't quit You got mouth diarrhea, better call the doc Can't sugar-coat shit when it's hard as a rock But keep trying cause I'ma keep giving you props Yea, Stix, Ha, Ha I-hop like a restaurant when I'm serving you fiends And break-fast every morning before pursuing my dreams A hardy start for my art before you're blown to smithereens You won't last, you won't amount probably to a hill of beans My hobby, my daily routine's to wreak havoc on the obscene Gotta have it like an addict sipping liquor, it seems You won't matter, you'll be splattered all over the damn scene No crime-stoppers or hip-hop stalkers can ruin my self-esteem I got team of machines ready to slice your bones clean You'll be oozing as our bruising makes you fall apart at the seams Wrecking you 'til you scream and you're losing like Charlie Sheen I reckon your inflection can't be cured, too extreme Hope you're insured, are you bulimic? Maybe you're just overheated With all those turds under your nose pretty soon you'll feel depleted You've tweeted, sabotaged my feed, posted your comments on my wall But let's be honest, it's camouflaged greed, you haven't gotten any likes at all Bitch ass You think you know it all, but you don't know shit I'm riding downtown baby while I'm singing this song Knowing damn well you won't quit You got mouth diarrhea, better call the doc Can't sugar-coat shit when it's hard as a rock But keep trying cause I'ma keep giving you props