Hook:
sit low, oh, oh, oh
aim high, make it fly
pull back and paint the sky
you better watch that arrow go

Conduct Lionhardt:
they be like, oh, Conduct, look, you done did it
impressed suburban kids like drunk stars and quidditch
you munch bars and spit it with stuff hard to finish
get rough like far pendants cuz you's a large tenant now
the scene dastardly
barren after the mastery
left a hole, crater flow, villainous like Vader Roll
feather [w]raps like Navajos
major star spangled prose
hit the target dead and pose
that's the way the dread is shown

Jordan Santana:
run, cuz I'm a bad man
aimed at your brain like a cat scan
last jam I was in was bread and butter
cheese with ease at men and mothers
close mind shutter
brother, don't tempt me, I clown fools a-plenty
full of myself is empty, so when I'm venting
I got nothing to lose, if I lose, I use it on the next one
leave your head spun if I get one shot

Hook

CL:
when I release the pride, it's beast like some native savages
crack a chest, solar plex and grasp the panic hits verbs
attack to do right, but they flew wrong
like those with wives that find themselves in loose thongs
I choose tongs that snatch up hot coals
and forge the arrowhead sharp
you know, to drop foes
ax them off so I can share my bare grin
my rhymes, they sheer men like the army of State Penn

JS:
say when, I'll make ten banger flows
and my anger goes for the strangest foes
I could shake a shook one or leave a gangster froze
folks want nice words, I ain't making those
my blows leave bruises, my songs leave track marks
I'm that harsh, if you run, then your back's scarred
I'd back down if my ego ever let go
you'll back down cuz I said so

Hook

JS:
go to the top of the hill, I drop 'em at will
my bow flings shots for the kill
my skillset has become deranged and vain mentions
I do what I can to maintain contention
defenses up, offenses on
even if I never really even meant to harm
worn out and low, I let loose of my lingo
I didn't mean a thing though
I'll probably regret it in a moment

CL:
don't need Miss Knightley to seek no Atonement
king of shot like hawk eye on beast, my speech own it
this lingo is a bonus but evil, it gets enthroned if
my pride in speaking hones wit to only target low hits
I aim high to over-embellish some rhetoric
instead of just better it, stand, firming like the sediment
there's a difficulty keeping rap bars right
so I pull back, let fly
with hope and tired eyes, I'm singing...

Hook