 and make you feel like a molecule. I stand in the square of pure righteousness. Your song is dope, but yo, it's not hype business. They say you live a life of a rich and famous. To me, it's the life of a weak and nameless. Rappers get roasted, toasted, barbecued. Lyrics explode, then they're blown into particles. Thought you was sly and slick, a clever cat. You take me out, yo, never doubt it.