(Matter ov Fact) Ayo, my nigga hit me from out in Sydney Australia And said I got you if indeed you ever need a kidney He ain't giving up his, not willingly He sells organs but said for you and E its squat diddly free Which helps out cause we down to our last shilling With the intent to make a mass killing Accustomed to crass grilling Growing up but young Matt was hearing broadcast through his brass filling Ever since a clever teen villain He kept the tricks his of trade unknown, never bean spilling And in lieu of his lack of vocal views There was an increase of speculation by the local news Like is it true that your friend EP's Skill derives from a daily dose of NZT pills And what's the crew to do when they need a refill? Address the rumors true about the factory in Peekskill
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(EP) Yo, Society of secrets, black cloak mystique neat sequence Ripping off elite chic sequins, fresh meat Unique, indeed this for the heathens Doppelgang funds depleted in bereavement, believe it Ayo it's cloaks not capes Methadone, Coke sniffing both off a plate Needle poke, gape Abscess dripping on my seat across state No address given where we living, unknown parts Ayo it's home to the lone sharks No phones where we roam, Hark! I'm picking out the trash from my rations Pentagram clan taught the class about the masons Millions in the stash, no blast on the stations Figure that, make you cock your noggin to the side Snide thoughts is tossed, throbbing in your mind Combined with the force more inclined to survive...