Текст песни Intro - Noa

I'm wanted for ransom
I shook hands with Manson
From the depths of hell I planned expansion
My mind grand like mansions
Sixteen rooms, this cuisine food for thought takin' fools like bandits
Should have known I was branded
Like, damn, son could have figured that I damned em
Like no chance for action

This mixtape is a mistake
For shit's sake, I been great
These piss stains don't explain
Or express their mistakes, but I do
I'm suicidal with this bible
At my side like bridals in the mouth of my rivals
This is hip hop's revival