[Intro]
[Skepsys]
Yo what it is?
It's Skepsys in this bitch
Eastside poet

[Verse 1]
[Skepsys]
The gun smokin' where the words goin' unspoken
Like the look in shorty's eyes said her cunt soakin'
From the smell inside the air you know the bud potent
Out here frontin' like this bullshit goes unnoticed
So hear the screech of the tires
This ain't the devil's music it's the one holdin' his feet to the fire
Like Mohamed Bouazizi on the block
I use my father's vodka to create these molotovs
My youth's truth got my blood on the rocks
We was forced to grow up fast and deal with shit that's hard to watch
Now I can't help but laugh at all the rats that was gassin'
Let 'em travel with they baggage when I should've sent 'em packin'
But that's the way it goes down
Tryin' to learn from my mistakes while a couple doors down
Somebody hit a lick, I'm scared to leave my home now
But watch me flip and do some shit that y'all had thought I've grown out
Oh, you thought I'm grown now

[Hook]
Yo, 'cause my times of the essence
Trial and error, I abide by the lessons
The madness just coincide with the method
So I let my indiscretions give rise to my legend
Yo, 'cause my times of the essence
Trial and error, I abide by the lessons
The madness just coincide with the method
So I'm caught up in the struggle that's disguin' the blessings

[Verse 2]
[Skepsys]
You better act fast, blasts from flashbacks
Could lighten up the night like stealth fighters in Baghdad
So learn from, but never dwell, where your past at
And try to strike a balance with a match and a gasmask
[Ziggid]
Hang up your headphones and put your mic away
'Cause guess who's back with Zoetic Minds that's a give away
I'm a product of a generation brought up
From the bottom singin' songs in my fuckin' closet
[Skepsys]
Yo, check the big picture, this is for the nitpickers
When you face the music your whole shit will get disfigured
Chasin' buzz talkin' about how you don't mix liquor
Better find a paddle while you ridin' up the shit's river
[Ziggid]
You get slapped two times, one smack from each member
One for the offense then commence for the avenger
You straight disrespect my presence you peasants
Ain't got time to fuck with you 'cause my time's of the essence
I thought y'all motherfuckers knew this lesson

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
[Ziggid]
Stop this track a minute
I compose these beats with and write these flows with more heat than your stove's limit
More efficient and concrete, and yours isn't
I'm more committed than a crime scene is fingerprinted
Results are back in the lab, a pen and pad
Madman makin' a grab, just tryin' to take a stab at it
Sometimes I feel like I'm losin' my mind while writin' these rhymes
And now I'm glad that my booth is padded
Yeah that's right and we're back at it
Makin' these hits so here's another fuckin' classic
If you see us last then it's probably just a tactic
Just wait untill the album is ready and wrapped in plastic,
That's it, It had to be this way
It's not a matter of opinion when we're winning on an average day
Aye, imagine what would happen if Zoetic went platinum
Keep slappin' these beats and we just may
I said, we just may

[Hook]