-Pharmacist-

Got them hookah bars every lyric blowing smoke rings
That Red Bull ain't the only thing that got wings
Burn trees to a thousand degrees
Even when I'm sleeping I be having all these green dreams
Every syllable I spit make you wanna quit
I'll make a fucking skit that's a number one hit
So slick every verse so god damn sick
That you need a script every time the snare drums clip
And when I record I fucking break Pro Tools
You trying to get famous but you haven't paid your dues
Me and Citizen on the front page news
Cause in this rap game if you snooze you lose

-CitizenXVII-

Never faded I'm tapered up like my barber
They like get off that soft shit come harder
So I focused on the clit, while working on a hit
Paralytic when I spit, don't move when you hear this shit
Give me space like Alliance Star Fleet
My parables five feet, just barely outta reach
Fearless I live as I'm crossing the street
I leave a lame folded like a three piece crease
Wiki can't inform you when I release
Sending niggas to jail just by sweeping your feet
Superstitious ass I'm louder than you play me at
Interrupt my locomotive watch the train react
Badup-badup badup-badup, mortuary
Cold nigga born in the month of February
Hurricane Katrina, I don't send relief
Shift spectators from they seats when I speak

-Sleek-

The situation is bleak
Believe seeing ain't believing, they'll deceive you in the street
Treat you like Jesus for being meek, kiss you on the cheek
Wish you well while wishing you fell acting as blocks at your feet
I try to watch before I speak, reverse the timing on the floor
They're better off tryna pop a hymen on a whore
Stupid, my flow is Freddy Kruger, my pen to the pad is Stanley Kubrick
When in the lab, I mutilate rappers and test tube 'em
Specimens left useless
Bet ya boys'll bear bruises, fusion of black and fuchsia
I posses neither sympathy nor enemies
I spit symphonies dripping with serendipity
Instantly pop and shock your seven chakras
knock you to critical condition while you're shitting up your dockers
Any survivors are given two options
Either you more polishing the rings or getting demolished
It's like a robbery, give it up, give it up, what's in your wallet?
Niggas' styles are shot like Chris Wallace