 Your whole fam base gone, wanna come back fam, look man, stay gone Trying to hold on to mad leg arm, arm leg head n***a, us man remain guards Bars, certain man took with ours n***a Bars, certain man took with ours n***a Word is born, your broad made mistakes Stove for fruits, food ain't no hands on our plate n***a Man do how we do, hands in all different parts Hand is stew and new fruit, act like a man Body of the first man, we mashed down Lucifer God is black, you'll rate that shit bro Not some white people, they hate that shit God I made classics, you're just the favorites Call myself starkers, I'm close to the creator If I did or said something that you don't like, then do something It's a new day, but these brothers hit this news button Tried to eat for a few gluttons, all now my belly hurts But this sentence blurted, it's a baby penny hurt Nothing to do but f***ing with tune One of you's cutting down the copper degrees A cousin, a curse, mumbin' and slur, utter a verse That'll run everyone in your crew, f***ing silly shit Son is the true flat enough to get Earth, it seems to see name Nothin' but a couple of nerds, I'm starting off at a nice clean page Be a querrigan, leaving them behind in a passing age You can find me in the place and smell up on my face Cos I assume God's status when I rise up in a day You don't know what a spat is, war pornographic When I come in the crack of dawn God-born brains rubbed through that arm Got beat in the head to destroy my satellite So I could not connect to my main and still form the smatter No thoughts of being at peace, no future dreams were shattered Fell out of place, hated the slightest battering Holdin' what was felt in my loins, I sent the prayer out God vibrated, reshifted forms when I did shout The prayer came, the jungle went chained, it's time to lash out Got strength, strength was a game, then I put the back out Fixed four fostering stars resembled Esau Being before in the reformed kings from Dapa Get the man's music connected to roots that I wanted Roads, soul of man, ding-a-la, kung-fu, can take Cos my worry is the circles for lizzies, I'm looking easy Black Madonna's my earthly muggers with milk He's writing passages, now I'm real, I would doubt me I'm father sick, diligent, alone in the wilderness I feel a split, far from my fugitive I could start from the new killers Real, not a replica, too hard to be delicate Parts, backs, let it rip and settle it with definite Effort, soul, effortless, like I let the record spin Beats are forever in, bedded in my melanin Wrapped with Mike wrestling, Tekkenlich medicine Far from American but still rocked in balloons British born citizen created by an African Bop rock militant, dodging all the happenings Microphone brandishing, embarrassing, you're battling Moved by your challenging, like I was a mannequin You're looking on a batter and your crap raps are baffering You splurt for the batter and you splurt like a faceting Hurt in your panic in the first to be babbling I'm certainly ravishing Ricky, oh, damaging I just bought a strat for you wet rappers You know I boss it on grime and backpackers I ain't in the trap, you can't trap the shutters They shooting, gut trappers This year's the 18, mind but rackers You couldn't see me with my knacklers I make MCs suffer with cataract What you need climbing the game, like apparatus Every year I'm heavy-steady with the letters I deal with it proper when I deal with the matters I know mathematics, you're dealt with the crackers In 96, 20, grinding on my mattress What they talking about, they don't walk it out Let me sort this out, what's this all about I thought this was about Mandela Now I see it's all about Mads Cheddar I thought this was about Marcus Garvey Nah, this is all about new Ferrari Don't let me pull a rifle on your poachers You know I keep it idle for the culture Yeah Yeah Staying good Parkson Joker Skull