This is a song about "Combine"

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Cause u never combine your lines with a distinctive rap

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

And combine with the minds of some brighter people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

But the same deposition take it every time

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Combine violence, silence, phonetics