Aaron Rose kicks some bars from the dungeons over boom-bap drums and a Latinesque sample. Joey Bada$$ brings verse two with the top shotta heat.[Intro: Aaron Rose + Joey Bada$$]

Straight-from-the-fucking-dungeon raps

The fuck y'all thought this was, nigga?

Beast Coast, niggas! (Flastbush, nigga!)

Beast Coast, niggas!

Beast Coast, niggas! (Y'all niggas don't know)

[Verse 1: A La $ole]

From the era of the boom baps

Spiggity splat man, I'm sick with the raps

Move caps and naps when I rip the rhythm fast

Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan

Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax

Before we make emcees run, I don't play guns

But I spit straight bullets like I ate some

Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em

Never been defeated, better tell em' to break a leg, son

You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write bars

I make rappers fall easy on the mic brawl

I know life hard, better check if your mind is right

Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my sight

I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than

When I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin'

Fuck your settings man, we just out for dead presidents

Rush more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis

The specialist, you thirsty niggas need a beverage

I'll bend your chick back and clap, then I'm off of that

You niggas need to stop that awful rap

I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to offer rap

Get off and spazz, attack whoever talking trash

I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to pass

You peep the mask, we coming out for all the stacks

Better back back

Give me that, give me that, take this, fuck that

[Hook: Joey Bada$$]

Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, sometimes the

Other side just come alive in em

And it's hard to decide when you trynna survive

In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky

Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, sometimes the

Other side just come alive in em

And it's hard to decide when you trynna survive

In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

I take walks in the back of my mind

Came across all sorts of faults in mankinds

Some niggas is vampires and bloodsuckers

'Stake em for blood brothers

Til they do the forbidden to get in where he fit in

I peep shit that's mad hidden

Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect like I had the Ritalin

Only thing getting popped is, mami who topless

Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop this

Over the Metropolis

Only place you be is where yo metro fees

Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, with the pilot

Money I pile it, stylin' Impalas

God emcees spitting Rikers Islands

Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I live

Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big mistake

While you sleep, we'll take your plate, leave it scraped

Beast coast, you know! But you can't relate

It's the anthem, get your damn hands up

Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas

Fuck a chick's standards, no chick before my grammar

Got the bars on lock, but can't get handcuffed

Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to kick it with me and my niggas

Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad wicked

They on they pivot when we started spinning

We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of spinach

It take money to make money, streets ain't safe, honey

Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe

Funny, look both ways when you cross here

Last dread found dead caught in the crosshairs

That's a regular report here

Patrol patrolling all year, but only support theirs

Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're

Turning indentured servants