[Verse 1: Docktor Speckter]

Started off as a young buck/
Hardly givin’ one fuck, just stuck to what was up in son’s gut/
I’m punch drunk, reminiscing on what once was/
The Onceler, walking definition, get your funds up/
I’m hinting at that One Love, but I’d rather Hit ‘Em Up/
Like ‘Pac done to one ‘em up, tell them boys their run is up
Like Jay Electronica, the day I was thunderstruck/
I ran amuck, tryna’ get the picture, like a shutterbug/
So pucker up, cuz it’s the way you’ll be remembered/
By pollers voting to erase you from existence/
I’m paging through your business, prayin’ for forgiveness/
Gone without a trace, but can I pay another witness/
To risk it? Put it on the line and toss their chips in/
Just missed it, strip him of his glory and convict him/
What is this? ‘Nother case of hunting Salem Witches/
Like Nicholas the Wickerman, tryna’ keep these bitches at a distance/

[Chorus 2x: Speight the Villain]

Fuck a pay-pal, ya’ll Peter to Paul/
And if not, you back up, like the heater’s involved/
When the vocal box pop, and it’s treated like raw/
We them Smooth Criminals, the world need a Shamone, c’mon/

[Verse 2: Speight the Villain]

Cuz I drop in grindin’, Andy Macdonald/
Stop all this rap talk, it can be bravado/
But it’s not for Def.Rhymes, ya’ll too campy to swallow/
Blowin’ hot air, we the Sandy to follow/
So it’s get it, got it, good gangsta’, illest approach/
Copped that Big Sean, what, ya Dilla was broke?/
Ya shot King Kong, that’s the silliest quote/
Ya tri-plane ain’t mine, man, I splinter it broke/
I vote for New Hope, the Empire, smoked/
Hang together or separately, they tying the rope/
By dudes, heavy bitten, and they cryin’ at soaps/
So soft, they like Charmin in the mind of the Pope/
So quote, like Herman Mel’, had heard them shells/
Steady hurtin’ first like virgin tails/
So Hip Hop, you smell, the burnin’ of my purple well/
That’s who I be, ringleader of this circus hell/

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3: Docktor Speckter and Speight the Villain]

[Docktor Speckter]

C’mon, you ain’t gotta have it all, to peep the catalogue/
I’m at a loss for lack of words, tryna’ keep the kettle hot/
I tend to write lines with divine ambition overlapping/
Eminent signs, like I’m quoting Isaac Asimov/
You only half as raw, we over heads as Astro/
Not a Jetson cuz I’m betting you I’ll never be an afterthought/
I have to rock - mics, Villain be like pass the rock/
The Smooth Criminal, I’m pickin’ past the masterlock/

[Speight the Villain]

Be… beat faster by each rapper, the team snatch ya/
Meanwhile my speech patterns’ll reach Saturn/
That’s outer space, Smashin’ more than green Banner/
Gotta hand ya, the damage is branded outstandin’/
On that Dyrdek ridiculousness/
The industry a daycare, I’m tippin’ the crib/
Back-lippin’ is in? Camby high five to your face/
Say my name three times, Candyman has escaped, bitch/

[Chorus 2x]