Frankie Pulitzer the mic's like an axe-handle
Jack Daniel's got me flipping like a rap sample
Take a pull, we the wolves, get your pack trampled
Roll the dice with the poltergeist you don't want that gamble
Nah, I could end your life
Dark stallion left the barn just the other night (damn)
You in the wrong lane, flying on the wrong plane
Can't stick the landing, demanding like you on cane
Running your mouth like Prefontaine
I put a gun in your mouth now keep on playing (yo)
Down for beef to the sound of the police
I record dental records, all the cops found was your teeth
When 7Ella makes it acapella
I still express that you're playing checkers while I'm playing chess
Yeah, the whole world is asleep
That's why I look both ways when crossing one way streets

No need to adjust your system
So raw, so pure (CZARFACE)
No need to adjust your system
So raw, so pure (CZARFACE)

We fortified with that raw vibe
Czarlord, coming to you live from courtside
I got no manners, I can't even hold a fork right
But I can hold her attention without a mention
Of what I'm benching, it's alright
Killa Beez what we swarm like
We Bobby Orr-like soar like a Drake Maye bomb
I was bumpin' Jungle Brothers
No older or younger brothers, let the tape play on
And stay on 'cause for this music I'm an addict
I Shazam'd my heartbeat, it came back as Illmatic
What track? Track nine 'cause I represent one time
Without five it's the fourth in a friendly game of Bill Russell
Ill hustle, my dog Pepper got an ill muzzle
We seafaring, navigate your wave
Careful with my art like I'm repairing a Keith Haring (what you wearing?)
What I'm wearing? Styles I got too many, shout to Dondi
A writer that you want to avoid like folding laundry
I'm liver, the self-aggrandizing Grendizer (CZARFACE)

No need to adjust your system
So raw, so pure
No need to adjust your system
So raw, so pure

It's fact y'all cappin' the truth, you wack rapping
No film set you will get lights, camera action
Back at 'em, puttin' in pain like Black Adam
Clash with the Titan get cracked like the Kraken
The bump give 'em shakes, ain't no pumpin' the breaks
You wanna see me cook? Book a couple of dates
If it's real we can deal, I don't fuck with the fake
If you feel another way, we can double the stakes
CZAR be the cheat sheet, clean with the sweep
I ain't letting shit slide plus I keep receipts
Jimmy Butler with the Heat, y'all ain't fucking with me
When I kick off it's lift off buckle your seats
Don't fight or fuss there's none as live as us
Money on the wood like we prior discussed
You can see me with your eyes shut, my shine diamond cut
Trust you can rely on Rebel I in the clutch, now what?

Yo
I tried to told him
I tell to try them
One true friend
So raw, so pure
We're supposed to stay away from Frankie