[Intro - Cpt. Allen, SPD]
I am Captain Allen of the Seattle Police department
I am now issuing a public safety order to disperse
Which means leave this area
If you do not do so, you may be arrested, or subject to other police action
Other police action could include the use of chemical agents or less lethal munitions
Which may inflict significant pain or result in serious injury
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[Astral Trap]
Autonomous Zone with the ominous
Future in hold of the auditing
Land of the holy, but dead again
Ships in the sky with the neon lights
Figuring shifting the shadow world
Lost in the cube of the Saturn world
Free but the Earth and it never been
Spewing the gas in the chemical
Stuck in a path with the lost
Still the law came at ‘cha
Our henchmen pull the latches 
These answers in the cauldron
Fuming, fusing the conscious
Clues and clues of the knowledge
Closing walls in a dark room
Rather raw with the god fruit
But it’s off when they taunt you
Then it’s war when they want you
Puking property probably
Talking codes past the normie
You see we skate the desert, we spit till nearly dry
You see us early rise, the chapter ridden die
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[Brill]
Running wild I’m in apocalypto
Wild, wild west minded
Motherfucker tryna get a nut and prolly fuckin’ up a system
Like a young nigga going crazy with the kick-drum
Like I sell big dope and turn it into crypto
Dirtbag boy diving deep into the dark web
Want no smoke, all my niggas with the nonsense
Late night, homie come alive when he off meds, uh
You be looking obvious
Took a picture with a real nigga
But the concept of guilty by association really don’t apply to this
Ride with us
Ominous feeling the nighttime
Bet you catch a vibe that I fathered, bitch
Pipe dreams turn to pipe bombs
Problems that I might solve throwing Molotovs into parliament
Whole gang outside, call God again
Some bitches really love to get upset and really wanna call a nigga childish
Sippin’ my chalice
Suck a dick or double my balance
Drip and don’t fuck with no stylist
Scummy nigga really only runnin’ with a group of unhinged dirtbag antagonists
Wolfside wasteland lookin’ so immaculate
Re-rock kitchen showin’ off a nigga acumen
Shit too hard you could feel in your abdomen, damn
Sly told me get ‘em and I did that
Not quite dead, we ain’t really with the rah-rah
See a lotta niggas talk big really lie a lot
Lay a nigga down like he givin’ praise, Allāhu ʾakbar
Man got no sleep, broad got lockjaw
You ride coattails, just got dropped off
Your time cut short, my gang sawed off
This world mine now, your run all done
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[Ray Jones]
I’m from Acres Homes, bet I grab that chrome
I’ma let em go
I want them body shots that make ‘em rock, like I’m Bobby, hoe
I found my zone, nappy headed nigga, only snitch on combs
If I wasn’t born in ’95 they’d call me J-Lo’ hoe
Hol’ up (Mmmm)
How you do that?
CIA been flooding us with white, we made crack
Government turned world against us, dawg, cause we Black
I’m 24, ridin’ on 24’s like I’m Black
Mamba, going down under ya skin
Like wontons, in soup like Wuhan (ha)
I’m the bat that started it all
You try to eat off me, shit, I’ma fuck up it all
(Keep bouncing)

[Villainus]
Ay, ay, Masque of the Red Death 
Hey, hey, party ’til you lose your breath
Yay, yay, you sniffin’ mine’s it's the best
Shame, shame, the governor has a fit
These days it feels like we live in a black plague 
Black paid, ’til they went and shut down Backpage 
Trap laid, its the state of the last age
As they raid; tanks, quarantine, but no aid (ay)
Picture me walking through the ave, fam (ave, fam)
Mixture of fear appearing as they stand back (stand back)
Bitch nigga grabbed ass so I beat him, no hazmat
Bloody ass hands (facts)
It’s crazy like its Mad Max
Didn’t lack broke my finger on his face, facts
Fixin’ that’s a pain in the ass, hospital mad packed
COVID-19, got everything backed up, hard to track
Striking one bug, Babylon the great collapse
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[Verse Mega]
Ahem, uh
Government loves when you turn up (We)
Think about nothing just turn up (Need)
Go with the system and turn up, we live for the turn up
It’s lit when you turn up (Change, Change)
Post on your socials and turn up (Don't)
Time is disposable, turn up (Change)
Nothing should focus you, turn up
We hoping you turn up and worship the (It’s own)
I spy, the illest eye in the sky
My minds eye, high wire wireless walking wifi
Signs I, see as if soothsayers described times
Simulating the scenes, celebrated in sci-fi
Pitching poison but painting pictures of paradise
Paradox or hypocrisy, parasites seeking sacrifice
Satellites in the sky, surveil us but with excitement
Privacy violated for likes, so we learn to like it
Psychic Simon Says, audacious angel peeping the angles
I wrap circles over these heads, tilting my halo
Never the dummy and not the ventriloquist
Out of the box we know not what the limit is
Copping the swap they go bliss for your ignorance
I am the opposite, cognitive dissonance (Turn up!)
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[Cartie Curt]
Air Forces, no laces
Shoebox with big faces
Drop 36 on the 41
Rolex got big faces
All I do is move white
You can get it clean or deep fried
I’m just talking my shit
We connected on this side
You can get girl for the low and I ain’t talking ‘bout Dateline
Take a bite out that apple
I don’t say shit on Facetime
I was just shittin’ on Facetime
Ain’t no state, this fed time
Transport work ‘cross state lines
Niggas playing with them blurred lines
Ya’ll clowns like a circus
Take a look behind the curtains
I’m tryna get millions
Ya’ll stuck in your feelings
I’m shittin’ on purpose
Your connect ain’t workin’
Coupe got stars in the ceiling
It’s that Neil Armstrong feeling
(*gunshot*)
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[Sly deSilva]
It’s that kleptocrat, snatching all yo’ fuckin’ racks
Racks on racks on racks on racks ’til the fuckin’ market crash
Stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks when that fuckin’ market crash
I get the bailout money and run it back
Bitch, I’m too big to fail!
Panama paper pimpin’ I’m whippin’ in the Lambo
Dollar sign bag, treat the bank like a bando
All-American Villain
Triple six rings like Kareem, Jordan and Pippen
Listen, shaped this world in my image
Dark and dilapidated, sirens off in the distance
My shooters move silent and handle shit with the quickness
Like an impeachment trial - no witnesses
Rap style warp through the ether
Ask Naomi ‘bout the price for a feature (*Naomi laughs*)
Sea rising like my bank account
This is Dystopia Music ya’ll just (keep bouncing)