Splitt (Comin' Out Swingin')
Yo, we about to twist this shit up right here
(as we cross over into a new millennium)
It might be too strong for some
So I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up
(see what I'm saying?)
Where you gonna hide?
Rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?
Its tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit
Not dramatic, traumatic- got me turning in my sleep
Pencil pushin' plutos, motherfuck critiques
No defeat, complete, never sleep 'n never will
And just like
Writer/s: Reveille
