[Verse 1: Moses]

I spent all day on a line then I clocked out
Two middle fingers to the clouds as I walked out
College dropout that spread knowledge and dropped mouths
Talk out of turn; get burnt and chalked out
Fuck pigs, I'm blowing down their straw house
Don't get distraught by black thoughts and dark clouds
I'm Awful as Arthur's and don't offer apologies
Possibly my psychology paints me as an anomaly
Imma need lobotomies compliments of the thought police
Confidence running outta my nostrils like it knocked and then peaced
You're not baffled by the basic braggadocio, yet?
Then you oughta man like you sit beside the sofa set
I open chests, break necks, and close throats with no regret
No respect, hope your show goes as close to a broken leg
As possible, you're imposters opposite the unstoppable
It's probable your brain's operating like you ate popsicles

[Chorus: Moses and (Moses & DDay)]

Oh you dont like me?
(Well you gon' like me now)
Oh you dont like me?
(Well you gon' like me now)

[Verse 2: Moses]

The way our story goes depends on how it's told
We're not the villains, from our perspective we anti-heroes
Nearer to Nero and Al Pacino robbin De Niro
Sharper than arrows, this caballero spit habanero
Louder and brighter than some cop sirens and fire trucks
Eyes wide shut to tyrants, liars, and wired up
Puppets and public figures hired to inspire a
Desire to buy and acquire all of the finer stuff
I'll tie 'em up and then ignite 'em with my lighter stuff
Still not quite high enough to retire yet
Four hundred and one grand flows, hands go
Up and down more than a man with a banjo
Stop with the canned Coke, we them pop vandals
That rock your whole spot, dismantle your mandible
With various variables intangible
Syntax cannibal, rhyme like I'm mechanical

[Chorus: Moses and (Moses & DDay)]

Oh you dont like me?
(Well you gon like me now)
Oh you dont like me?
Well you gon like me now

[Verse 3: Moses]

I am hip-hop without Crips and pit stops
To the Ziplocs filled with pills and licked rocks
This urban urchin found purpose with the Glip Glops
Then forgot to defuse the bomb and got ticked off
Shit's raw, my ore filled mind
Is more on point than the spine of a porcupine
I was dropped off by the stork with dorks behind
Landed on my head and still became ahead of my time
Dressed in all black, slapping Satan's contracts
Combattin' with no physical contact
Manhattan Projects onto Comcast
Slayin' airwaves with thick fangs and dark tracks
Car jacked your Accord for the aux cord
Started blaring softcore porn cause we got bored
Fuck boys duct taped in the trunk
While I'm hitting DDay up to help me out now that I'm on the run