Paroles:
Feltre Alphonse Clarke Ricci Federico

[Verse 1: Slug] ...And when the vain start to pop from the blood Pushed away from the heart Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes tempted To up

[Murs:] Now you can go with it or against it No matter what you choose it's already been scripted Or are their voices in it, whispering choices in it

[Slug] I was sitting at the stoplight In my car rolled down the windows When this driver pulled on side of me And offered me some indo I told her that

[Chorus: Slug and Murs] I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood