Fabric - Mean, Ilohshix, Face Vega

Raf Simons vandal boots

Be the Holy Grail

That Junya Watanabe still a fairy tale

Shine like bright lights hangin'

On the ferris wheel

I grind like tough soles stomping

On the heavy steel

I‘m heavy still, steady skilled

Really i’m dressed to kill

I swear I will murder cats

In my Margiela GATs

Workwear ready when I

Put on my bucket hat

Chambray, Visvim Serra Boots

And high water slacks

I’m on another level

You still climbing the steps

I’m bout that grown menswear

We of a different stat

Chronograph watches tick-tock

Got all ‘em haters mad

That wrist game proper (ching-ching)

Got all 'em haters scared

Like Jil Sander cuts

I’m a real work of art

Mixing lean, sippin' pink

Slowly strolling down the boulevard

CDG Play’d out, your synergy way out

My Superfuture mellow flow

Will blow your brains out

I’ve got a little hope

Come and save us from this ugly truth

We do what’s neccesary

By any means

See dreams materialise

We visionaries

I got this freckled bitch

She heavenless

This freckled bitch

She never sips

Just watch me get sloppy

And cocky, hold down my posse

She got me

Coke in the nostrils of all

The other bitches

Love my bitch she cop when

My body is rocking lean withdrawals

Cops couldn’t stop us from mobbing

We gon' get it all

Asshole task force

You can’t get us all

Black dogs, asphalt

Leaning we dont fall

We Pisa fiends, barely seen

Through the greenery

Rap with the demons frequently

So evil ain’t a thing to me

Raf simons and heathenry

That leads my esteem increase

He thinks he’s the king

So just leave him be

My mise en scene

Is so fresh so clean

I know I be, I know I be so naive

But I’m a keep on steezin'

Till death knows me

All black hooded

Strapped with Guidi booted

A Gareth Pugh kid

With minds polluted

By French martells

By the shores of Marseille

Coated in Martin Margiela

Drkshdw ninja cartel

With minimal beats and sick poems

Style combination of Rick Owens

A gamma playa

Who rang the bell of Jeff Mills

We cold kids with chrome hearts

And black steel

Fuck a crack deal

We’ve got more dope

They can hang us

Sounds refined like

Alexander Wang’s cuts

Futuristic rhymes

Cyborgs of Chalayan

Words from Zam Barrett’s dialogue

Got you silent

Like the crafted works

Of Damir Doma

Hit hard and kick your

Kris Van Assche into a coma

Then you rest in peace like

Alexander Mcqueen

Let this tune flow

For the requiem