Текст песни Mantra - Jrod The Problem , NotNito

Never been the type to run my mouth or Brag
Body Bag a Fag
In fact I'm runnin' Fast
Phantom with-the Mantra
Upper Handed-Crap Shoot
Snake Eyes inside of a Mad House

Haters on Attack
It's Sad
See they Fashion
Cheesy
How they ride or die-all that Drag Shit
Sacrifice ya Soul
Sold
Only Jokers Fold
Gotta have more Grind & Cash than a Stripping Pole

Heaven I'm Inhalin'
Van Halen when I am Wailin'
Whoever Trailin'
Check Mate-Over Rated
Microbes
Bust ass out they Pie Hole
Flow-Tidal-Wave
Scuba-Diver
Bars-Lit
Arson-Daily-Carsen
Cement my name-Pave It
Next to others Greatness
Print Paycheck
Bro- who isn't Awake Yet
Double Sided Mirror, right in front of Ya Faces
Piss on the Items you consider as Sacred

Infuriate when I Urinate your a Snake
Bite music I Create
Taint
Mic is the brush-Flow is the Paint
Norman
Paranormal
Swarmin' in the honeycomb
Flow unusual musical Ima spit ears til You Willies get used to it
Just another track soundin' very odd
Carry on
Good for nothin's' really worry cause I carry bombs
Necessary to become Legendary
Check my merit
Incoherent

Smoking more gas than ya wheel alignment
The countries real Divided
That leaves me real Excited
That means there one less rapper to rap
About trap rap that pack straps and click clap but rat out for tall stacks
You could't drop a Hit with a Baseball bat
Spring forward or fall back
You're all wack
If you want I can pull up to where you're all at
In all black-splat gnats
Mutilate ya whole pack

Never been the type to run my mouth or Brag
Body Bag a Fag
Phantom with-the Mantra
Upper Handed-Crap Shoot
Snake Eyes inside of a Mad House

Haters on Attack
It's Sad
To see they Fashion
Cheesy
How they ride or die with all that Drag Shit
Sacrifice ya Soul
Sold
Only Jokers Fold
Gotta have more Grind & Cash than a Stripping Pole