Cynic The Apache: You don’t know?
Rapswell: Theres no hope
C: Quotes in the overcoat
R: Yo we so dope, never sold dope
C: We the reason old folks decide to relocate
R: It’s okay
C: Munching crab legs with the Old Bay
R: You obey when we giving orders with the Voice 
C: You getting double crossed, fucked over like an altar boy
R: You fuckin with the art of noise
C: Running with the Barbaroi 
R: Coming with more lines then a mime wearing corduroys
C: Riding star destroyers, Hopping through hyperspace
You feeling some type of way? You getting punched in the face
For a couple of days till we rupture ya veins,
R: Slow down son, you're confusing their intellect
You know that me and Cynic been a vet before the internet
C: I’m killin these kids, fuck slowing down cuz my abilities sick
And fuck nine thousand my power levels over a million bitch
R: Yo what is it? It’s a blizzard, mid-December anthems
We throwing temper tantrums over instrumentals and some
C: Plus we handsome, probably stealing ya lady
Hold her for ransom, extorting Samsung executives
And vandalizing their Phantoms
R: DAMN SON! You really spit bars
Fat man with a big cigar saying “This kid's a star!”
C: Toss a bag on her head and throw ya bitch in the car
Kidnapping women to fund my addiction to liquor and caviar.
R: One time for the verbal raw
It’s Rapswell the kid you never heard before, the herbivore
Serve em all, lunch lady cafeteria 
We smack inferior rappers with the bacteria bruh
C: Now ya hearing two of the sickest with the pens kid
Pass airport security with vials of epidemics
R: It’s contagion, I’m amazing with the pen simply
Me and the Cynic be like Ren and Stimpy
C: Sixteen bar verses, leave ya head in the dirt and
R: You fuck around when we on the stage and it’s curtains
C: Snatching jewels outta turbans,
R: Yo you heard what he fuckin said?
C: One hand on the Mic the other one clutching shrunken heads
R: You punks are dead!
C: Under ya bed with meat cleavers
R: Stuff ya body parts in little boxes like Pete Seeger, 
C: Spit venom
R: Speak ether
C: Defeat creatures
R: With heat seekers
C: Beat preachers 
R: Drastic
C: Deplete beakers
R: With acid
C and R: You bastards!
R: You try to fuck with us and it’s a wrap kid
C: Forget about international, we finna go intergalactic 
R and C: And that’s it!