Part 1

[Intro: ANoyd]
Let me ask you to improvise, man (Yeah)
Well what can we do for you?
Statik Selektah

[Verse 1: ANoyd]
ANoyd stab you in the air when he speak
So why you frontin' like your shit ain't leak?
When it sounded like I make curated tea
The other side of the same one-way street
Said I'm the best what? I'm fucking next up, like airplane sleep
And I'm taking off, like the national anthem and wearing hats
And to the heart, no mirror match, it's a pigeon, a pterodact'
You fear the fact, a fan dressed in all black, Ms. Mary Mack
Bottle service, what I bring to the table got flavored tags
I stain you cats, so from here on, stop it
See the fear on ya' shit, face looking like a three-pronged socket
Electrifying, my desert, the whip stand
You holding the hourglass while sinking in quicksand
I did you dirty like old bad boots, scuffles and slap-boxing
Class hopping with a foot in the door, seen it sasquatching
I found myself in my reflection, I'm back watching
Benefited off of looking in mirrors, I'm hat shopping
You can see the Alibaba shows
Surprising this Lady Gaga in some dyed out clothes
And ta-da, revitalize, they idolize my flow
And they shit be sounding like they reading wifi codes
And voila, every vocal is just important as their
Half and half is getting to listen, other's hoping they care, yeah
My true color and temperature vision thermal
Delivery made the push less painful like epidural, 'Noyd
[Chorus]
Well what can we do for you?

[Interlude: Crimeapple]
Whoa, yola
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Whoa, whoa

[Verse 2: Crimeapple]
I'm just cut from a different cloth
Shit he snort made him look like Mickey Rourke in the face
We just want paper plates, meetings with paper planes
But I keep having nightmares, word to Dana Dane
I heard the misericordia, let me splash the water
Achieve the white salami, autograph your daughter
She just wanna make some IG videos
I just wanna be mentioned amongst the billy goats
Snoopy and Charlie Brown on me, a silly coat
Hooter coming right back bitch, no Arsenio
Drop a few papusas on Crestview, wet fumes
A bunch of graduates from out the rec room
All say my shit the stupidest
But ain't no guarantees with this music shit
My primo told me, "Bro, the piff is ludicrous"
Pure Father Montega left amor frozen
This atrocious metriata like a swarm of locusts, whoa
[Chorus]
Well what can we do for you?

[Verse 3: Avenue]
Yo, this morning I woke up and scratched the numbers off
Need at least a mill by next year, I'm giving the plug a call
Lot of slow leaks in your circle when I can plug 'em all
When ya'll was getting rich off of purple shit, I was cutting hard
I ain't never lied in a verse
I wound up being dead broke when
You're alive but just dying is worse
I made real n***as cry with my words
Shit I might hit Styles for a verse, reporting live from the curve
I reside where n***as rhyme on the 1st and on the 15th
And if your name good then n***as sliding you work
I got one goal and that is to bring it back to my era
The good karma's, more commas like grammatical errors
I don't get caught up in the chatter, I just laugh and do better
For Statik, a potato on a barrel for whoever
Even in the summer, my sterling is dragging the pavement
And I got hammers in the attic, blowing weed in the basement
We ain't dig in the safe in a while
Pop told me if I wanna make it work so we gon' take it to trial
I'll be damned if I slip up now
No celebrating prematurely 'cause I can't afford no hiccups now
I'm all seasoning the coke that I cut through
And when them parlays telling you they straight
N***a guess who they come to?
Started taking shit serious and look what we come to
There's a lotta things that I can't undo but we here now
[Outro: Avenue]
Ayo, this Av, n***a, period
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Part 2

[Intro: Nick Grant]
So what can we do for ya?
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Young n***a living, jury and the feds watching me
Trying to war with the king, n***as don't think logically
At any moment, God reward me for my modesty
Killers dump the body, leave you stinking like rotting meat
Blasting, smoother than Billy Dee in "Mahogany"
Fashion, model figures disown a Wallabee
Bragging 'bout the days when you was a shooter
When you run into some real ones, they want you to prove it
How could I trust you? Don't even trust the ones I grew with
N***as stupid, catching bodies then YouTube 'em
Just to hang, boy, you tie your own nooses
I can see the snake in your eyes, you throwing deuces, yeah
No soul reflect on my best years
This the flow forever gon' stress peers
Please, I'm the dopest you never heard
Like a crack fiend's screams, falling on deaf ears
Yeah, so ferocious, uh, flow is potent, yeah
Hit the pussy then I hocus pocus
Praying my karma don't curve back like scoliosis
If n***as don't know how to play it, throw it to Kobe
I gotta let you know though
Feel like James Evans in the hood with the flow though
Started with a band, made my money solo
Careful, could be standing by your killer in these photos, bang n***a

[Chorus]
So what can we do for ya?

[Verse 2: Millyz]
My kind of music is embalming fluid
I'm prime influencing, it ain't that hard to tell that I been through it
Brazy back then, even my momma knew it
Kinda foolish, quick to crash out like Osama fluid
RIP to the Towers
In real life, I really feel like I'm Tommy in "Power"
Not to mention that I'm co-signed by Tommy in Power
So when my stars align, I'ma shine on you cowards, look
Like really, how I'm 'posed to relate?
To these artificial artists, I be knowing they fate
Monkeying round you could get a hold of your date
This the flow that drown rappers, Stat, show them the lake
Splash, air bubbles from the gasp
Air bubbles in my sneakers, writing Brody in the max
Biggie in the speakers when I'm opening the pack
Mike sold him my apartment cause we both was in the trap
Hmmm, I'm headed down to Lollapalooza
The car with the shooter will probably make you swallow a Ruger
Hop out a Uber and bust you for an awkward maneuver
I stomp an intruder then dip into the jar with the buddha
It's Milly

[Chorus]
Well what can we do for you?

[Verse 3: Chris Rivers]
Young but I'm gifted like stork visits
Flip birds like caught pigeons, I'm cooped and it's off limits
My material can buy these Timbs in New York fitteds
It's my pedigree, raised by the pounds that I brought, bitches
Hoid up, got the polar, bad flow, no one colder
Heir to the throne, no colder, bad to the bone like arthritis
An author write it on auto-pilot
And caught pics while your daughter ride it, she so excited
No X's in site, just O's and commas, so know the drama
Deep like penmanships and ocean's harbor
Ill Will Smith then hold the llama
For all who brought the drama, this ain't Broadway mama
Me, I been M.I.A to the bullshit
My demons straight, I could demonstrate what the truth is
Been ruthless since I was roofless, sleeping on properties
Woof, it's just dogs barking up trees with the nooses
A nuisance, a new kid on the block of the movement
And proof that I'm Whoo Kid's fingertips on the groove, this
So who dissed that n***a that you been sleeping on?
My temper peaking, you never see, I'm like a see-and-saw
We the law, if you can't follow the words
Just keep your ears to the streets or you might swallow the curb
The concrete though, calm steelo, my arms swing low
Sweeping bitches off of they feet, the Bronx hero
It's Rivers

[Outro]
So what can we do for you?
It's nothing like sitting at home, let me tell you that
Well what can we do for you?