[Verse 1 - Phrasure]
pH
TO

You know I keep the fans' hands
Bouncin' like a tennis ball
Ridin' with no tints at all
Tempora Orbis army, I'm the sergeant and the general
pH spit acidic with the lyrics when he kill it
And I meant it when I said that I won't quit it 'til I'm finished
Came a long way with my sound and
Changed some of the people surrounding
Now I'm doin' better without 'em
Cause I've got a ton of this power
Kickin' down doors that are dead bolted
Comin' for rappers' heads, throats, and
Leavin' they bodies dead, roasted
You ain't never met a man so sick
Listening to Wonderlust confirms that this the renaissance
Shouts to TMR
We are all
In this gear so, nah
We ain't tryna shift and switch lanes on you lames
We the same since we came in the game
There's no change
Only thing that's different is I'm better than I was then
No discussion
I'm so disgustin'
Tell your cousin, auntie, uncle, sister, brother, father, wifey, husband
We lightyears ahead of the game the way we buzzin'

Phrasure

[Verse 2 - InkLine]
Pardon me...
Hey Phrasure, lemme talk to 'em for a minute, man
I feel like I need to explain something
NB

Yo
Pardon me I'm cold hearted, kinda hard to phase me
Part of me departed 'cause the system sorta raised me
They killed me in the pen but I've been resurrected lately
To redirect my anger, you're in danger, seeking safety
Shelter
Brainstormin' all over parades
While they watching from the sidelines wishing they could play
Dismally amazed by the visual display
In a rage, pitch grenades at the face of your charades
Flip a phrase, same phase, different page
Fixated on the ways it'll change if it pays
Watch 'em dissipate if I don't reciprocate
I'ma need to take 6 sick days diggin' graves
7th day I rested
Yeah I need my beauty sleep
Heaven manifested
Rejuvenated beautifully
Represent what's true to me
Righteously and fruitfully
And write a eulogy performing voodoo at the jubilee

Ink
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