(And representing the home team… the modern-day spitters… the first up to bat is...
… ShobieShy)

I’m ‘bout to fly, off the handle
This box of rando’s caused a scandal
Take a gander, it takes no major
To understand they’ve made a failure

But I can’t blame her skepticism
There is division, but it’s our mission
To go teach all the fans we’ve risen
It’s in the description, you can’t resist it

A group of a few, we grew into
A movement based around “We hear you!”
Don’t need rear view, cause we speed through
These breezes, we will see you beat doom

Cause even if I decide to stop and leave
We got ZD, Dizz, Acarcion, J. Free
NickyD, Doodled, Kit, and Arch the MC
Omnee just got Starlight deficiency

YUH
Rebooting the scene and refusing to be
A ruse. You can see, just move to the beat.
Check the Harmony stage for the proof that you need

Cause usually, in the news that we see
It’s EDM on EQD
But now I see a feature that leads to
A pony rap track, take a seat, you’ll need to

Teacher please quit your preachin if you keep on
Memeing to please the common denominator I’ll feed ya
Boxes of red pills, come out of the closet
Caution if you talk about the fam again, I’m locked on-target

I’ll help make this fantasy, a real one
After all these years, I’m glad to see it’s begun
Begone thot, you’re gonna owe me fat stacks
Because it’s facts, we’ve brought pony rap back

[Chorus]
Come with me and
You will see just
How we roll

In the deep end
Put your feet in
Take a stroll

If you wonder
If we went under
Here we go

Like the thunder
Before the summer
Enjoy the show

[Verse 2]

Sayin’ this thing’s been dead since 2011 -
mistaking us rising up as it going to heaven.

Take from a coder - this the code of
the deaf and blown up, but your CODAs don't get the coda when you blow up and defect to get shown up - Decatur->Dakota.

Chroma Key us so you can bump and you can kiss those few grays - the old days -
see if we coast; stay open for the new wave:
Loot the
bouquet;
Lose their
toupees;
‘fute their
crusade;
Accrue aim: they don’t shoot their Kool-Aid.

They leave, say they gotta -
but they got a lot off - gotcha.
Our posse's chakras popped off,
cocked back and rocked ya,
and these shots are not locked up -
nobody's stopped ya;
our tunes are not blocked off -
the fandom's not Arstotzka.

Multiple Missus I would've missed if I was missin’ like Dith is with disses - my mission to lit up the kitchen, no missive from pigeons or bitter contingencies. Prodigious enemies fit the finger fully - fitfully fist their digits and figures forward pitifully. Let ‘em be victory spitters ‘til their little bitter figures of speech come back to jitter and kick ‘em for weeks.