Hush, rustle in the leaves, make believers mouthing off again I'mma make believers outta all of them Saw the pen to pieces, it bleeds – it's of the living kind Treat it with respect with respect to the civilized Yesteryear I pressed to hear Mr. X up in your intros Send those messages via text, lesser info Beam me up, Bluetooth flashy Automatic transmission can't diminish my savvy These are hundred-dollar jeans, hundred-dollar jeans, man Stylin' on the aisle do my part-of-sin charter CSPAN Anchor dropped, dead center – none of y'all can move me Your defendant's plain if aint no pendant on the jewelry Aint no sinners in the jury box? Toss the flurry of rocks And watch the couriers scurry to turn a profit off a Potshot right from the sniper of DCCL (750) Suffice to say they don't aim well CHORUS: Aiyo the game seen it comin' so the hunt's unfair Tap the power from the one-two and run it through the chair Tell the cult they are leaderless, only option now Is to wait for them to bow Anything you say can and will be used against you Broke the unspoken, yeah I know you never meant to Fire in the crucible, crown melted down Now who's turn is it to bow?