(HiDanarian)
And the beat? We back at it,
stirring crack up for you black addicts.
Engaged in beef while you faggot niggas getting tatted.
Baked and planked while you house niggas snitching, ratting.
Quad Optics waiting on that signal,
we some fucking Batmans.
I'm too malignant, fuck a CAT scan.
Fuck the politics, but I'll forever be a rap stan.
Young Doobie Janitor, shiest rats and crap, man.
True cats will disregard the whack trends and acts fam.
Deek and Dee flow through the drought like Tigris and Euphrates.
Fan of Greek mythology, I'm rap game young Hades.
Rap game gon' hate me because I can't whip the babies.
Got love for Juiceman though.
The Orange Tape saved me.
Refusing record deals like, "These kikes cannot change me."
Burned a lot of bridges dawg, my past is taking aim at me.
Exes snap on texts, paparazzi-like to frame Dee,
and Cap'n Save-A-Hoe is trying to cuff my old flames B!

(DKTHGK)
I'm creating digital files out of my minds memory banks.
I'm flanking the tanks and thinning the ranks.
And recalling every rigid remedy for every possible problem.
Pounded out plans like Priya in a Prius.
What could SOPA do if I'm the artist and I leak this?
I'll control my own voice of reasons.
So damned be the industry if I can't blow speakers.
A man of faith, and everybody's calling me a leaper.
I'll leave 'em looking like lepers, amputees.
Wordplay's sharp like the sword in Bowser's c-a-s-t-l-e,
from Super Mario r-p-g.
Thanks to s-n-e,
I got these 16 bit bar thugs trembling.
What the fuck can you do when DKTHGK is menacing, huh?
Shock trooper with a golf hat, bet that.
Smoke through TSA checkpoints, no pats.
Stumble out of every damn bar I stop by with no mess to clean up afterwards, so it's no prats.
Fall into your comfort zone, get your girl alone.
Making babies to music while C.O.D. prone.
No drone behind my vocabulary.
Fairly scary for the Marriot to carry it.
Put me on a tour for a perfect accent.
The crap kids and get into it or lost in it.
I'll pass tense situations, leave 'em in the past tense.
You're on bad shit if you're still mad, kid.
I'm just a lazy boy in a lawn chair, lingering.
Your game is a nervous date, second guessing fingering.
I said fuck the cash. I got insane mental bling,
cause stunting brains greater gators over anything.
So here's some wit I spit for shits and kicks.
Irradiated rough rider, escape the Sarlaac pit.
You wanna learn how to dougie? Here's a mosh pit.
I'm in, you're out. Fuck with it.