Who? Talkin' to, talkin' to

Who is it? Who is it, who is it?

Talkin' to, talkin' to

Talkin' to, talkin' to who is it?

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, freeze

Give it up, mm, geeze

That's enough breathe

Lil' bit of ooh sleaze

You're in my streets

Rollin' up my trees

You got no steeze

Run along bitch, leave

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, freeze

Give it up, mm, geeze

That's enough breathe

Lil' bit of ooh sleaze

You're in my streets

Rollin' up my trees

You got no steeze

Run along bitch, leave

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you

Greetings ladies and gentlemen my name is Ez Mil

I'm fairly new to the game but I came to eat and kill

Hope you don't think I'm insane 'cause man I'm pretty chill

So lemme drink this propane and down these sleeping pills

Yeah, intoxication rules this hypocritic-nation

What's a truer helping agent?

Than this media that's got us playin'

Got us wastin' our lives on superficial shit kinda like

"I know I still don't got the budget for the groupie videos

Where the booties are all shakin'

from these stupid lil' hoes"

I've been tryna send a message to a cupid on the low

Prayin': "Please give me a bad bitch

that can truly be my own! "

Yeah, scrollin' through the ways

that the industry's tryna soak

Through subconscious orchestration

then they shove it down your throat

Cultural manipulation's how they run it through the globe

And they aim at all the brain-dead mothafuckaz and you know

That it's you, freeze

Give it up, mm, geeze

That's enough breathe

Lil' bit of ooh sleaze

You're in my streets

Rollin' up my trees

You got no steeze

Run along bitch, leave

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, freeze

Give it up, mm, geeze

That's enough breathe

Lil' bit of ooh sleaze

You're in my streets

Rollin' up my trees

You got no steeze

Run along bitch, leave

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout

Swiveling through my blind phase

I'm cripple and new as I change

The sickening news that rhyme's lame

They picky and choose so I hate (Hate, hate, hate)

I hate the miniature visions, y'all have for your lives

Like you don't have any pride

Would you just open your eyes?

There's a whole plethora of music to choose

But I guess the masses fuck with

the artists loose in the screws

Only scratchin' the surface that's

brought through by YouTube and news

Scorching fire in the furnace of the

youth who use it and loose

The portion of their cerebellum that prevents

Extortion of wanting inhalants influenced by foreign

Public figure peasants who think they are

Soarin' like they're in the heavens, mm

Morbidly formin' a horrid moral story

Scorin' the hordes in the lore of touring glory

Ignorin' the hoards to thwart my quarry's priori

Florid and borin' you whores roarin' "Sorry"

Yeah, but apologies don't mean shit anymore than ever

So pedal to metal, livin' through my hustle and my bustle

Turnin' every single speck of my

struggle into a definite lyrical muscle

I will never be the kinda man that abandons my family

Because I'm feeling sad and get no reply

I hope everything will end up bad for you

And you fuckin' commit suicide

I ain't fuckin with you

"I don't vibe with selfish mothafuckas

I was raised by a family

We had our differences

But those differences don't never

Make us quit bein' family

This is to all of you fake mothafuckas"

Yeah, I'm talkin to you, freeze

Give it up, mm geeze

That's enough breathe

Lil' bit of ooh sleaze

You're in my streets

Rollin' up my trees

You got no steeze, bitch

I ain't never fuckin' with you