Hook: Bunch of phonies Aww Klaus Nomi Blank stares No fear Well y'all know me That means I’m quite off I mean quite God I defy odd Yea that slap hard Verse 1: Here's what you asked for Stamps on the passport From Benin to these Malaysian asphalts I don't seen’em all and waved bon voyage Soul flying abroad Aboard on a wayward course I came from greatness Before displacement Non-complacent reparative arrangement They are in order For sons and daughters I told y’all to fight survive the slaughter Fuck the radio I'm voodoo in your stereo Am I a GOAT? For sure that’s no maybe yo A go-getta That’s so meta Deep in me hues The blues are mo' better Sleep in the school They snooze I know better Sheep to the music You's a Coretta Follow King No creep or hollow thing I sorrow sing Like a dream I’m conjuring *Hook Verse 2: It’s a charade A guessing game that plays Out in the open Every character’s a slave Glass box emotion You are clearly entertained Cloud is you token This is yearly purple rain Song and dance give a fuck What you are playing You sing and dance Give a fuck what you are saying I am an African Prince in real life So fantasy pales compared to mine's, right? In hindsight it’s by design light Was sent here To guide the blind Divine right God is aiming Blao Who put the pain in Do not trust a rapper They cap and entertainment Sponsored by the devil They flex I’m edutainment Gonzo I’m a rebel at best in my lamenting The maturation Of us I’m representing Cuz 45 in a gang That’s quite depressing 50 years a teen God bless ya 2nd childhood Peace Florida Don’t forget Rosewood Out *Hook

Verse 1: The real MCs The gatekeepers of the message Every track I keep you guessing My feelings wrecking Real hip-hop A nigga mic checking I bless it I bless every beat and melody which caresses my heart Cause sometimes I truly don't know where to start But that's the beauty of art I can make whole of every part Thanks to hip-hop I stay together even if I'm apart, disconnected I stay reflecting About how much we truly strayed away from the messaging The fading of our society outside is infecting me I turn inward To be or not to be, this recurrent questioning Just check the discography That is my collection of these Words of an MC of all pain inside affecting me I look into the eyes it's perplexing to me The soul inside so bright it's beckoning This mirror made in his image it's destiny That's why the mic and the pen is my weaponry That's when I start to scribble some rhymes and it starts correcting me Verse 2: Still disconnected I'm lagging I'm stutter stepping So confusing from your perspective From my perspective I visualize all signs of imperfection Then I re-align myself... In this mirror In my reflection The light beam it up to the heavens Back to earth My birth Rewind Seen the mark of the legend I come from a time of '97 Back when double 00 was on the consoles And princess Diana was driven I know how I'm living My bond to God tunnels under the livid I cry out The King James Bible is my secret mission My goldeneye Takes me to the promise land Verse 3: So what should I write next I shoot from the hip So you niggas better watch your neck As it moves back and forth to the beat Every bullet a lyric and you know it connects My aim I perfect It penetrates your frontal Your cortex You feel the vibes, but at the same time you feel humbled This hiphop bundle My rhymes the ammunition as it connects Now you feel jumbled All pain and strive crumbles The mic the weapon The tec 9 As I take my rhyme in the chamber I hope the roulette finds a studious mind Now if you lucky You too can be hit with this hip-hop crime And be in my company