Collab with ZyloSylo

We bout to leave you in depths, it's rapkylle and Zylo

beef with my clan, we're going violent as psychos

when we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

You saying we rap's claimin' a fighter pilot flies don't

even bother to try, or criticise, you minimise

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

in fact, you faggots tag it as our meekest minority

Couldn't give a dead rat's ass, you treat it with spite, or besiege

Our blessed life, no rested night on release, you plead to sign it, CDs

Hold to the glistening light every piece, with pride and prestige

Then you deny ever meeting to greet or acquiring these

When we out of our peaks, you liars deceive, you like then you preach

How we're out of your reach, you soured this sweet, You're the powers that be

in this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Now I'm too tired to spout or beseech to these needs

of yours, we just defy it, c'mon, bite us, try to justify it, it's you, not us that's righteous

But don't deny it's the divinest love of rap for which we strive for, not our marital strife, whore