The Shutters - 9th Wonder, Murs, Bad Lucc

Yeah, let the haters hate

Got a death wish, probably live 'til I’m 88

Grey dreadlocks and can’t see straight

Won’t spit a hot 16 but got a mean 8

Clean slate, new label, new chain still

Your favorite rapper ODing on his pain pills

You motherfuckers can’t eat what you can’t kill

Seventh level of heaven where the saints chill

Spilling holy water filling up the gutter lane

Blasphemy you calling out the God by any other name

I’m Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache

I’m Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash

Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out

Rolling with a fly native chick, she pull my dick out

Sippin on a thick stout, shitting on the IPAs

My niggas know I lived the dream even if I die today

When raps come off the brain

It’s like I’m on promethazine

Never leaning though because I’m gon to

Bring the pain like Method Man

Working out up in the rain

Since back then with kool aid stains

But these kool aid stain these days is very hard to clean

Brothers is getting slain so I’m dying to live

Over here trying to complain about the flaws in my gift

You know my raps are present, the old sold is very pleasant

Saying Time Is Money?

Well Honey my time is well spent

No Rollie but I feel like I’m straight ballin

Feel like I’m on top, impossible for me to fall in

But listen you know anything can happen at this moment

From the souls that get took’n from the hearts that get broken

To the night into the morning you know I got to shine

If you can’t read these lines you better read between the lines

Mama taught me men should not gossip but count profit

Your gift makes your stocks high just like sock stockings

The last prophet, young insane knowledge

Never went to college my lineage is the logic

Street-driven, far from a dreamer I strap my team up

Never let these crackers attack you blanco suprema

B.A.D is the name, searching for fame?

No

Nat Turner gang, you Jamie Fox in Django

Strictly for the movie in fact, yeah they studied me

My sports got a lot of dress grabbing on them double Ds

Walk the streets of LA where they tell them lies of money getting

Money getting yeah but most the money getten’s funny getten

Hating at a high mars at a low, watch him

I ain’t voting for none of these motherfucking Mayors down in Gotham

I still get fresher than most, teaching the young

Your history ain’t shit, what you learn at school got you dumb

Other than science and math, some of that is tainted, ain’t it?

We lost our native language and most of it had been painted

On walls and pyramid halls, in scrolls that still exist

Way older than that shit, ain’t that a bitch?

Maxin out on my power, I’m tryna line up with stars

Yeah, I could have did some gang bang shit, but that ain’t god

Most of my killers need help and knowledge of self to stop em

Before they ride around with that chopper and police chop em

Our destiny is king and Queen, literally

Ain’t no shit you just say on some black power synergy

Little wall lucky, peep the scene and I’ma warn ya

Before these faggots swarm ya, I be in your corner

Yeah they like Harry and Tubman moving the crowd

Now watch 'em sellout that bourgeois nigga, say I’m too loud