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[Intro] Ayo Stu, this ain't never coming out, right? Watson and Holmes Yeah, you know Watson and Holmes, nigga Yeah, you know Yeah, you know Start [Verse 1: Blacastan] I'm a savage magician, a time travelling wizard A violent technician with a javelin's precision On course for collision, after lunch going fishing Collecting my thoughts for everything that I'm missing Escaping a prison, we inventing new religions Impairing your vision like black ops on a mission Can't make a decision while I'm making incision A chemist in a lab with this nuclear fission, listen I can't stand no more whining and bitching If you can't stand the heat then close the door in the kitchen And stop with the talk about how much you fishing Niggas is catching a vibe like a ball in a mitten I'm dumping out your trunk, this is live transmitting No jive when I describe the bitches that I'm hitting Only smash pussy cats, never hit kittens My notebook is filled to the top with good writtens [Chorus: Smooth B] Subtract, de-de-delete De-de-de-de-de-delete Delete, delete Subtract, de-de-delete All of the wick-wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back Comin' from way, way— But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Yo, I'm that aura that permeate through bank robber flicks I'm apocalypse, darker than what's inside Dahmer's fridge Make you question whether or not God exists Building for hours, high on the loudest piff Sneaker Spielberg, I'm outtie in the whip And how we burn it, it be cloudy in the crib Get drunk and start hockey brawls It's a lot of y'all, suicidal like Rocky George I'm OG like Rocky IV Spread your party like spumante or bukkake porn Shoot first, die later I'm the defender of the faith, the annihilator Blood everywhere smelling like copper pennies Get shot in the head, salute you with a shot of Henny Ill Bill a.k.a. go fuck yourself Only homie that I truly know, but trust is dealt Murder with ease, murder police Only heros in the hood: beef, turkey and cheese Push you to a mush, shooters at hoods Spray the pistol out the window of the Uber then push [Chorus: Smooth B] Subtract, de-de-delete De-de-de-de-de-delete Delete, delete Subtract, de-de-delete All of the wick-wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back Comin' from way, way— But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back [Verse 3: Blacastan] You don't stop, let me plan my [?] Nah, let me cast my vote Let me demote another wack nigga thinkin' he dope I'm on stage via satellite, live, remote Open my coat like a cloak then I started to float I got brand new kicks on, cleaner than soap Look, lay off the keyboard, sampling's dope The archbishop in the Vatican disguised as the Pope Tryna raid the whole stash and take all of their coke Call me Blacastanley Kubrick, murder I wrote I'm the feeling that you feel as hired murderers approach Shout out to the west coast, khakis and Locs And Pelican Bay with lifers as the riots provoke Strictly underground, nigga, no yachts, no boats With a braggadocious style, I earn a right to boast For the rap game, I'd like to make this toast Man, I catch y'all niggas later but for now I'm ghost [Chorus: Smooth B] Subtract, de-de-delete De-de-de-de-de-delete Delete, delete Subtract, de-de-delete All of the wick-wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back Comin' from way, way— But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back