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[Verse 1: Anacron]
This sh*t is sick, nasty, hella ugly, close to grody
I'm only the bony brother to boldly box up your homies
You know me I, wanna f*ck Kobe Tai
She so fly
If we meet I hope she like black guys
That got hot creole blood in their veins
And a strain of DNA
To play a role in BMA
Likable dude, Im reciting a few lines
To remind fools in due time
They'll get chewed up and spit out like recyclable food

[Verse 2: Himself]
Every time I leave the crib I get harassed by the cops
Waiting for a richer stop, walking fast up the block
Strolling past women who like to show their ass a lot
Everybody has a glass of something because its hot
It's summer in the city baby t's and short skirts
100 degrees, fools taking off their T-shirts
I'm trying to sell CDs while these fools work
Netherworlds hustling, n*gga, 'till it hurts

[Murs]
A mic strung upside down for a left handed genius
Actually, I'm right handed but ? is the cleanest
Netherworlds eclipse the rap game, I know you had to see us
Sweetest sh*t up out the hive, I know you drones wanna be us
This buzz that we created to make y'all some true believers
Call us three wise men, this album baby Jesus
Please believe us