The L and Rein1 from the IND yeah if you wanna catch us we're outside yeah we won't back up we gone stand in our square we gone hold it down we gone be right here (L) Yo i’m busted untrusted and burned to dust and fussing, when we drop this stuff right, you know everyone is lusting, Winds gusting, Where that beat kid, where that beat going, Right now i’m flowing, almost off the top, but written down for showing, plus for growing, Imagine better times coming soon, better off in bloom, Doom like the fps, shipped ups, coming soon, Runes like magical, practically speaking, make words dance and cool, Keep it cool, keep it still, will this music, IND will rule, (Uh huh), no more playing, having fun, And what i’m saying, grab and run, the mic is mine, my grip is where the mic is staying, (what) Years back thought i was slaying, fake mcs, but im mistaken, Didn’t slay a thing except our tracks, with raps, i’m playing, (ha ha) It’s hot now, it’s hot later, like i’ve been baked and catered, Like i’ve been shaken faders, cutting up and making taters, Reducing haters, chopping beats, and run them all through graters, And leaving tips between the lines, rhymes, served like waiters, What does it mean??? (Rein1) Moving fast in space no waste yet unrecyclable all gas no breaks you're fake we bring intangibles all hail the most opaque see how we design these thoughts like a mosaic worldwide choppin with flows and broken cadence what does it mean to blow up what does it even mean to make it at least I didn't lose control when I was faded vocals I laid it you might berate it still I'm elated hunkered down in the bunker now and got creative the malcontent of misbehavior is pinpoint sharper than a laser LASIK yo you're hella basic so compared to the anomaly known as IND is qualified to deliver live a massive hit on some classic ish same formula new times updated so swift (sendrizm) Fade in like a mixer fader, rap creator With rhymes that are innovative, pen and pad devastator Got a "Now and Later" for a greater time While silly clowns on the mic become victim of a hater crime Shader blinds blocking sunbeams from my closed eyes Early in the morning to rise, taking pain killers for brunch Then chase it with a 40 oz for lunch Edibles for dinner and dessert eating "Captain Crunch" Hit 'em with a super "Falcon Punch" to the chin TKO to the equilibrium, they couldn't even begin I grin when hella faded, mad intoxicated Deviated like an escalator to outer space, elevated Puff a blunt, run a lap and stay dapper Layer claps over the snare with the Boom Bap slapper These wack rappers, impossible for them to move me I watch 'em fade out like the end of a dramatic movie