[Instrumental Intro] [Beat Directive: Vintage 1970s soul sample, chopped and flipped, gritty drumless loop, heavy sub-bass] [Rapper A: Dead Letter] [Vocals: LOUD, PROJECTED, Gritty male rapper, raspy baritone, STRICTLY NO WHISPERING] [Delivery: Cold Conversational flow, staggered off-beat delivery, street cipher] The chaotic technician Squeezing That came through cooking at one-forty degrees DL be that Pressure cooker Testin' the temp up in your beans I can see how the heat changin' the color in your gleam As the beat change up on the scene we stay up Those that were down just changed the pace up when faced with pressure that could increase the flavor Even neighbors that use ta kick it with confidence make it obvious they startin' to evaporate Squeezin' That done already said it We cooking shit without the Hate When Dead Letters are composed the Recipes are written cold to stop those who desecrate I can't overstate How this real shit stay composed while fake ones marinate with false hope We out here slicin n dicin' While you boil over and choke Can't handle the smoke so the thoughts get provoked anytime Dead Letter mix in the Grease The grits is grimier than before We hit the degree needed so we operatin' best at 1-4-0 You already tappin' out before pressure got you looking ghosted and broke in cardiac arrest Ain't no Vest can stop the hollow phrases coming through with the Test So keep it on the DL or just leave it up to 70 to write the recipe best DL be on the Finesse while my boy Squeezing out the Zest. [Transition] [drumless break] [Rapper B: Squeezing That] [Vocals: LOUD, PROJECTED, Gritty male rapper, raspy baritone, STRICTLY NO WHISPERING] [Delivery: Conversational flow, staggered off-beat delivery, arrogant and boastful] the beat trying to tame me maim me i fight back namely with vicious wordplay cinematic scenes serving as movies for those that cant see explain these [rushed cadence] rap verses simultaneously blamed for being the same g i wish you would catch me dancing around like ginuwine same ol g but mami bbl came home cant fit in the same ol jeans [loose pocket] what an old thirty eight means that means im aiming precisely its pricey and costly to cross me crucifix [beat drops heavy / bass boosted] vintage soul sample cut up seventy ways but the bass hits bad bitch cockpit spaceship i like the old sound i download and tape shit seventy basics is to master the matrix [rushed cadence] my nine to five shift hit for an infinite sick spit hit a bad bitch made her only cute for her skin tone come at me in a diss ima send one back twice as strong [loose pocket] i never bring my cousin one thing you should learn yourself is it aint dirt unless you do it ya delf and dolo [conversational flow] they call me unc from all this polo thats still ticketed and being fashion attentive is only the half you then have to have the ends to get it sometimes i set up for a punch but forget it [slight pause] in the verse style is worse than lady grabbing purse as you enter the elevator [rushed cadence] heat incubator novice perpetrators never whipped a navigator i show you later my darth vader dictator when it come to paper [loose pocket] we dont mention what seventy do to traitors and see ohs flows like this finesse and sequence acting on a false pretense puts your person in the presence [staggered off-beat delivery] of danger immense and intense bangers endangers cylinder spin the chamber this is not anger [measured cadence] this is that calm cool and calculated thought you knew me but the beast has been activated [loose pocket] spittin and salivatin same time evaluatin if any opposition should be decapitated [Beat fades out slowly] [Outro Adlibs: echoing vocal delays] (squeezing that) (squeezing that) (squeezing that)
