Now i don't know you you don't know me

But i can show you where's the beat

And you can do as you feel as long as you move

Two perfect strangers sharing a groove

Suckers step up and want to cause friction

But violence is for those who can't handle
diction

Competion is waning circumnavigate the draining

Complaining about those who are steady
maintaining the jam

Jump into thE pit and just slam

Big respect goes out to those who can

Lose their shit once in a while

Act a fool just to mark time yo that's my style