Hook:
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns
In the pursuit of dopeness
Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate
In the pursuit of dopeness
All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real

Verse One:
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen
DermDZL’s back to get it in ‘cause change is overdue like discipline
Emerge with tough skin; I’ve felt all the cuts and the scars
The system’s tried to keep me down, now I’m bucking it hard
Start it with a mic check, then I’ll kick it direct
Using eternal reflection that’s hi-tech
So, it’s a must that I wreck with proficiency
And, freak the type of jams to cure rap from its brain-cell deficiency
It’s an understatement just to say the skills be bossing
It’s known the presence hemmed is feared (HemisFear) like C-Arson
YouTube and TMZ flunkies declare they’re punkin’ crews
But, bring ‘em to the tombs, they’re be breaking more sweat than vixen chronicles
Dragging your tongues and couldn’t go the distance in this rhyme sport
Then, have the nerve to say I’m stuck in a time warp
The essence of my rhyme transcends beyond the future
Crushing barriers of cats that are stuck on stupid
Here’s a rough exclusive for minds inquiring on my beez and things
Been lodged in creative environments with kings and queens
Otherwise, I’m on a solo mission
Far removed from distractions and those malicious hoes and bitches
Jumping bad until they’re badly broken
All on Front Street lacking strength and balance, now they’re members (are) swollen
In the land of the soulless
Here’s a preservation of hard beats, rough rhymes, and the pursuit of dopeness

Hook:
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns
In the pursuit of dopeness
Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate
In the pursuit of dopeness
All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real

Verse Two:
Prose of power’s folding cowards; flows will tower over sour souls
That clown, provoke, and doubt us, though they bow to vocal prowess
Show ‘em how it’s going down in this field of young jocks
That say they’re real like gun shots; it’s pain they’ll feel like Ong Bak
You know the deal, we run spots
And, son mad crews when blacking out like Funk Doc
With the pen, I’ve been Sick-Wid-It (sick with it) since 40 Water had Levitti and Little Bruce
And, y’all don’t have no concentration, so we’ll drain y’all of your little juice
Y’all flaunt your papes and say that we don’t fit your mirage
And, never did shit to help this business evolve
These salty niggaz dissolve because they play demented when it’s only hate descended
Today, I’ll send it with nasty flavors blended
Now, what I say, I meant it; these fake rap sires
Are similar to flat tires with their satire
Grew past tired of these cream puff posers
Miami-born, throwing heat for lifetimes like grudge holders
Spit gifted and think bigger to make that long ride to success
And, miss disses from bitch niggaz going through post-modem depression
You lost the race ‘cause your bodies produce molasses
So, these poor excuses of solid authors are now reduced to ashes
Sending bad vibes just to cloud this visionary
But, a dart thrown at you would be your obituary
Diplomacy’s gone; I’m overthrowing known jerks
And, fuck your feelings, your chromosomes gon’ hurt, twerp

Hook:
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we bust rounds as we touch grounds with deluxe sounds made to crush clowns
In the pursuit of dopeness
Causing panics to these snakes from all the jacks they fake; they best evacuate
In the pursuit of dopeness
All the fly ladies and big guys that came to get live, yo, throw your palms to the sky
In the pursuit of dopeness
Yo, we don’t swallow the pill ‘cause we follow the real
Yeeeeaaaahhhhh!!!