I’m gonna rage with this pen
My nickname isn’t a fluke
My skill is rusty as sin
But I am set to recoup
Just gimme minutes, not hours
To use my lyrical powers
To make the flavor
You savor for weeks fit to devour

Sour
The status from haters about our music
And they never gave a viable reason of why they do it
Hiding behind a monitor
Doesn’t mean you a conqueror
Ty and I were bred
To be warriors with our monikers

We don’t play
That’s the title and the credo
Not a bill that you can veto
So you’re wasting your days
We been waiting for retorts; now you stall and delay
If you would wave the white flag, then we’d be on our way

My fire’s gingerly written
I rehearse what I’m spitting
I want it stuck in your brain
So go insane with a vision
I’ll be rapping so often that you would beg me to stop
And you don’t even have to look at a watch because