77:34 ft. Queens Bully

Who are you to object to the fly? You're unidentified

UFOs passing me by, take me and let me die

As long as all my people get high, put the West in the sky

Don't ask why, dead or alive, I know I'll survive

You're just getting by, nothing's getting by us

Implicit bias from the lips of liars

Flip the pliers trying to pry us apart, while I'm supplying this art

Peel off, before we get tired and spark

Only divided in thought, I thought you understood that

Jewelry that shines in the dark, evil too bright to look at

Rats ain't surviving the hawk, words that can't get took back

A few bands, 200 rounds, and a reason up in my book bag