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