Unisong 1

*stupid hello 👋 vocal*

Why’s this kid in the studio?

He’s tryna kill my flow — push him out the window.

Push him once — gunshot sound — now he’s six feet low.

 

They told me "be the bigger man," some soft command,

But he was bigger talk, so I cracked him with a frying pan. *Frying pan clank sound*

Turns out he ran with a gang that stole the sound from far-off lands,

Snatching rhythm like contraband — the flow across the sand.