D.C. Circuit

I’ve got so many rough choices you’ve got some many rolls Royce’s
you guys have to let me know this style is withered to the bone
you’re gonna hear it form the split lips streaking out the
you guys have got to let me know this situation’s lost control
a spoken version of the hit, spit, speakin', peep
we got the steps back the half stacks the flip tracks
they got the whole money laundering kickbacks,
throw down the table scraps it’s cliché',
but goddamn hey you stop dissin' and start to listen,
hey you stop dissin' open your years cause clarity is invading your town.