[Verse 1: Pete Flux]
Live, from inside the perimeter
We’re getting in that ass like wine enemas
Standing united, undivided like prime integers
Fine cinemas ain’t got shit on my bars
This is crystal, clear, private salute the sarge
You shootin’ par, I put birdies up on the card
Flux, .. and this is not a nickname
It’s what I do, and I look at you with disdain
If you talking chips, fame, or some other shit stain
Put your blinker on and get, up out of this lane
His aim, is Chris Kyle on the dial
When I rhyme, get in line, preferably single file
I’ll, be in the cut, blinds shut
Working on my craft, that’s, always enough
Trust, we will continue, doing us
Love for the listener, squad not giving up

[Hook] (x2)
If it’s bout the loot, loot, better pray for em’
Skills got passed by another hot smash
Nigga better scoot, scoot, out the way for em’
This is top class, rhymes make ya stock crash

[Verse 2: Awon]
Rhymes make your stock crash 
Don’t catch a hot blast 
From this rap phenom
The lyrical atom bomb 
My 16 bars quick to turn into Megatron 
Liquid swords make emcees
Chicken Szechuan  
Chef flows from scratch 
Demos lit stems attached 
Mixed to wax by Parental  
Flux attacks 
At the end of the day 
Don’t get taken away like Calgon 
From the A to the K my mind spray 
Cook up bars like Bobby Flay 
Until the day time frays
And earth and I will  part ways 
Got love for DJs who understand
The underground 
Cause these days most people are into another sound 
It’s all good though I’m minding my own 
I’m high in a zone you need a space ship  to be on 
Cold as Freon
95 air max neon
Splurging for a spot on Space X 
Call Elon

[Hook] (x2)
If it’s bout the loot, loot, better pray for em’
Skills got passed by another hot smash
Nigga better scoot, scoot, out the way for em’
This is top class, rhymes make ya stock crash