The second coming, can't kiss the ring of the lord's hand The prophecy was fulfilled, you looking at God's plan These niggas fragile, we step on beetles like nomads The desert eagle will thread the needle, let's get the cash I'm smoking good gas, writing next Sunday's mass I treat the booth like the pulpit but I'm preaching facts You know the devil strapped the heater, burn a nigga's soul These dummies plunging from their summit like Geronimo Solace is solid gold, bullets sonic spirals Legend since the zygote, poetic with the haikus The young prince, the melanin night skin The lion of Zion who light saber strike lightning The hood's a trap, and the cheese is catching the rats I maneuver through the rodents like Garfield the fucking cat I could tutor stupid students and changing the way they act I refuse to stoop to losing myself, the fake will collapse Just be me and shorty riding in that thing, all black Every time I hit the FM it be same old raps Niggas love to follow lead they sound like slaves on tracks I'm the Django with the grip up on my horse blue slacks I'm Anakin Skywalker, same city as Shawn Carter The infinite fly talker, slept on like Trav Barker But the pockets look awoken, the game is looking like clones And I'm standing here all alone, gifted inside my zone

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