Yo, your wickedness is weakness

Truth is beyond belief, and I hate to be the one to teach you

That these feelings deeply rooted in evil

As if they dug a needle in your cerebral

That only breeds rebellion, people

Feeble minds become fickle hence the frequent fall from grace before the Elohim returns for sequels

Should you call it folly, but all accounts are calling and these followers can read you

Some others out to bleed you

But let me introduce you, to The Poet of Babylon paying heed to

The elephant in the room

That's the truth

40 malt, bunch of booze in the booth

Many rappers coming around, we coy and we play aloof

Nevermore to let this liquor hinder my youth

And this adrenaline seeps through my medulla everytime that I speak to you

You feel something when you speak the truth, when you speak through your couth

Tell me, what would Yahuah do?

Would you cower away or would you seek the truth

Can't take **** out the hood, from Bel Pre to One Deuce, shit's no use

I still sell tree to keep the roof

Jack the lumber to bear the fruits

Need a real woman who can souse

Got a curve for her my saber on Dooku

Fuck is you talking about Mal? What are you saying Mal? What the fuck are you saying?