Zain:
Dealin' with lack of wisdom
Passion but no persistence
Having a couple symptoms
Hold on I'm on it pimpin'
Face it I'm no magician
Politician, or God-given son-of-a-gun with a-a lot of rhythm
I can't be duckin' responsibilities I've been given,
Focused but faded don't know if I'm making the right decisions
Problem isn't that I'm honest its that I
Give a shit and
It comes back to bite me in the ass like 2 dykes went fishing
Cause of confliction, never that I'm happy with my condition
That don't mean I won't react to dissin' cause I take no shitting
Packin' my ammunition
Pages turn into prisms
Blinding their intuition
Finding they never listen
Makes me a harder victim, to catch
attack, but, uh uh uh, you won't ever come back
strike harder than a wanna be martyr
father, son, sister, daughter
ain't no sympathy when I fuckin' slaughter, yea

Chorus:
I wonder what we're going to do today
I wonder if they know we're coming their way
I wonder if they let all the pretty little girls and the silly little boys come out to play
I wonder what we're going to do today
I wonder if they know we're coming their way
I wonder if they let all the people that the know and the people that they don't we're here to stay
I wonder what we're going to do today
I wonder if they know we're coming their way
I wonder if they let all the pretty little girls and the silly little boys come out to play

(Zain Verse 2)

Ayo we dazed from the graze, guns ablaze, finna show up
they say the worlds on fire but the cold finna froze us
get focused as me and my man bring you some closure
now s’squire talk to em fo’ I start raising the quota

Esquire (verse 1)

Mirages and camouflages
Who the boogeyman laughing in your garages?
smoothly booby-trapping dynamite charges
It is I, the Eye in the sky
with more Energy, than MC, gemini
going over your medulla
my focus on the mula
throwing jokers in manure
on the sofa’s where I do her
then I sit back with a sack relaxed
spitting crack, and I black on niggas that attack
face facts, or get clapped with the mack at mach eleven
send you and ya dawgs to heaven
then I pause for a second, getting lost in the essence
and the heavens, that’s all I’m taking no further questions