Lyrics:

Ayo, turn my shit up, son, too
You know exactly what you're talking about, you know

I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew

Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme
Out my motherfucking mind, metal shine, light blind
Cut the mic line, catch juice from the lamp pole
Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole
Made the street crack, massive feedback
Allah Math spin the beat back
The crowd look while the stage shook, carpenters made errors
Craftsmen had his head severed
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow
Wrote this rhyme in video, verbal assassin
Blastin', exploit your break through explosively
Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Gain control, optimize the input channel
I set it relatively high for those on a panel
CD with the durable long-life cover
Very similar to no other
I seen a million try to set afloat, thousands that show
Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
But one individual they forgot to frisk so
Now his pursuit is not without risk
A special no thanks for being flank
While journalists stay running in front of tanks
Flew out first class, came back, closed cask'
Rough path surfaces, no math
Military campaign, bust shots cause inflammation of the brain
Beat Crazy Eddie insane
Feel the pain, niggas reign

I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew
I'm gonna crash your crew, I'm gonna crash your crew