[Verse 1: JakProgresso]:
Yo, I'm spinnin' wicked cast around voodoo, true sinner
Séance wire tapped 'em off, new senders
Spoon's engine, spit spill a loose image
Remove innards, cuckoo nest, a rousey loon bender
Gog Magog
Strapped to a suicide bomb at Giza
I barehand acid, deal creep up
Hip Hop's, bhagavadgita
Tool tub went to Daygo Buff for some white moon dust
In a parchment, bowtie and helium balloon tux (What?)
Low-key colomnist, moonworth in tonics
And condiments, sittin' ghost with the demon bride concements
Psychoactive magistrate at a consulate
Bongs get ripped
Codeine in the Fanta fizz
FDR clippin' Big Brother to watch you skid out eyes like apocles?
Mic booth a cannabis stock room (Oh shit)
Gonzo plug hive
Pull up armed with spikes in a truck like a blood drive

[Verse 2: LowKey Somnolent]:
I was dropped in a volcano, and hatched from an egg (Hm)
Fallin' outta Tom Cruise's jet
You rap bitches bad as obvious as Jeffrey Ep'
In Moët expressed
The wax sell 'em in
Had breakboys spinnin' on their heads
Nephilim baby planneled and stressed
Halos hung over agent heads
Alien race made with angels in anal sex
Wait though
Let me take Hotep, this raincoat drenched
Under the weather forever, so forget you're the best
And I should've recorded everything I said
Don't like what I write and spit
My psyche Hyphy, kid
Run up in your crib at night be, just a slight siege
One in your hypee's necks
I'm drug addicted and depressed
And once you get this intelligent
Nothin' makes any fuckin' sense
All alone in this throne of skulls
I sit upon this fortress built from bones
Bone swords, bows and broken legs
Lookin' over the edge
I'm dead
[Outro]:
South, to get that, Acapulco Gold
Ain't nothin', it can't fix (Can't fix)
When the streets are lined with bricks of Acapulco Gold!