(Inhale/exhale) Yo,

Verse 1:
Ride with me in a time machine, an empire built off the finer things in life it seems, nothin' around me really defining C.R.E.A.M.,
But I find a fight deep with inside of the light of me, prices be making me practically have to be fighting G's,
Just to eat man, I've had enough of hunting for peace fam, maybe it's just me, baby it's just we,
You & I & I usually leave 'em brutalized, but I wanna' utilize you because you is mine,
Truth is time as it ages like wine, flippin' pages amazes a million faces with lines,
Design of a saiyan refined playing with rhymes, I ain't playing with you nigga's you just wasting my time,
I gotta' do shit make moves quick, that's why I'm writing right here this ain't a movie homie this is music,
So go ahead & let your deuce spit, you know damn right you step with no weapon & leave with your tooth ripped,
I got the juice from Zeus quick, away with his lightning bolt a martyr telemagnetically charging volts,
Pardon folks but I'm part of the dope, inside of your system that's trippin' your vision,
Now open up your eyes, it's no surprise I'm wise for my years true, still growing & hoping you open your ears too,
Fear who? Nobody not even God, if he take me to the tomb soon he's just doing his job,
Word life.

I'm out for presidents, I'm out for presidents.

Verse 2:
As we descend to the depth of our end, another day is just another day away from the bend & buried friends,
& family too, strange dreams it seems the size of your silhouette can it be you?,
You're my guardian angel, all of the stress you put on my chest is it a test or part of the angle?
God I hate you!, You took the life of my mother's younger brother now I'm offering mine to take too,
But you don't what kind of shit is that?, i hate mine so take mine if only you could give his back,
The shit is packed I take a hit & sit back, try to relax & reminisce on all the shit in the past,
That I did & didn't look back, I regret a ton of things, over a hundred things, don't deserve double wings,
Or a fucking ring over my head, I'd rather see presidents dead, as it's been said, but that's irrelevant,
Involving all elements in this present tense is hella' bent, he'll of a jail cell for a fella' dwelling from heaven sent, decent,
But we never repent if it don't make sense, feel we only on this earth to birth cents,
Money won't bring me my cousin back from the other world, money won't bring me no loving just acts from tons of girls,
Money won't change my brains aspects, funny I'm out for fat checks of money to change my past debt.,

Yeah,

Gambits, Det G the Detonata', word.