[Intro: Jumbo the Garbageman]
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, classics blow off the runway
Pregnant drums jam the experts, electric hymn, some say
Greasy revival, fried chicken sermon Sunday
Soldierfied punk spray
Vurs, use your sun ray

[Verse 1: Vursatyl]
Carrying ten men's pain I appear, the prophet reflection
For cowards who couldn't get open in a C-section
Village idiots, I'm the period in your prison sentence
And you're an Elle column installment, good read

[Verse 2: Jumbo the Garbageman]
Yeah, so we battle clones
Sleepwalking where them shadows roam
Fake niggas be screamin' "Lifesavas" from catacombs
Big unit throwing scatter bones at opportunists
And ignorant niggas who diss progressive movements
Pushing boundaries, we getting pounds from the hands of time
You just a pantomime trapped in time-elapse, get the picture?
That ultrasound bot just bugged your fetus, believe it
The FBI neutralize us when they don't need us
If your cypha's Chuck Taylor, the shell-toe
Imagine ice skating uphill if Hell froze, COINTELPRO
So hold tight like dice, excite, ashy elbows
Before we let go, Frankie Beverly Style

[Verse 3: Vursatyl]
Charge it to the game, but, what if the game got bad credit?
With bulimic bank statements and I.O.U.s are shredded
The block's on borrowed time where I stand
Seems like the game is repossessing dreams and canceling niggas lifespans
The streets, the streets can go to Hell, I want freedom
The streets is watching the idiot box and Cops reruns
My village hardly hard and hardly violent
Imitating a dead man will have your corpse on autopilot
Blame the white man, I feel your corrupt justice and new laws
White man flew in nines and Techs to flood schoolyards
The white man ain't pulled the trigger, and took it too far
And the white man ain't going to jail, nigga you are