[Verse]:

Rap's holy prophet not very friendly, No books to make you to follow me

I got them aches don't need you to cover me, Got them endless gifts to inspire me

Now you look and believe i can make you ill, I can make you ill then have some nose bleed

Tell you jesus was a bastard shit is uninspiring, My hand picks are better than your average rappers bitch

I can help you cure the cancer of blindly acceptance

See this sea of useless infos are coming handy

I got 6 more before i make 66("O")

If you're 555 i think you're holding a jinx

NoBoDy wants me to make a mixtape Commercialize shit

KD doesn't care if he gotta promote shit

But I gotta make things for my momma

My brother, My homies, Nobody does shit for me

I want a thicker girl, I gotta make some stuff

4+ cards I'm Uno make me a bluff

If I'm uninspired gotta make myself come back

Fuck friend, This life of ours I'm the tony

Soprano. Keep things alto full of high notes through

You only get religious when it suits you

I think I'm in sophie's choice homie hand me cobra

Hydra willing to make your life easy

Hand print brother

I think it's time for the morphine

Maxim, Eva, Lisa, Put the Hero In

Put the Hero In