This is a song about "Farid"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Dial up words but they're not in service