Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This ain't Rabbi's Ritual, a pulpit execution

I came with verses, shovels, and vision No industry pass, no friendship clause

Even my brother gotta catch this holy smoke Come on now, tape

I don't rap, I rebuke, I don't diss, I disrobe Strip idols to they bones, then I bury what's

Sold Jay thought he hoes, now I'm the plague in

The palace Split the Red Sea on Roc Nation with a chalice

Fifth blade gangster, but he scared of conviction I turn power into ash, then I breathe through

The friction Eminem got blow, but his pain ain't prophetic

He a wordsmith, cool, but my tongue split dimensions

Joe Budden taught therapy, but never spin the pot

He analyzed from the boot, while I bled on the wire

Niles of Paul, respect, but I ain't shook It's still matic, but I write with heavy

Couldn't overlook Young Thug, Walsh, Kershaw, called it a trend

I was in war, where the word and the blade in my pen

And Ja Rule, that's my brother, but he still gotta pay

Cause even blood did cover the sermon that made

Drake get the praise, but I still slide the plate

Cause when you walk with God, you don't spark, you separate

Talking big was alive I buried them both with love in a gold pine

Box Closed casket, open scripture

I'm the greatest like Floyd, with the gloves laced tight

Like I'm reading L's rhyme, book at midnight light

They post fame, I speak for the war

I baptize beasts, y'all just mimic rapport Y'all platinum with Bush, I'm fresh as Silas

No label, no gimmick, just fire through violence

You spit metaphors, I spit movements

I break your hope in, then breach through the ruins

This ain't rap, it's covered in ink

I don't chase relevance, I make idols shriek

For the kids that never charted, but still spit brittle

For the ones that got lame, but never signed deals

Drake, I salute you with this pen, ain't loyal

To fan bases, I'm tied to the royal

King, the throne, blood and bone

I don't kneel to men, I just carve in stone

They try to cut me out, but I'm chosen

They throw shots, but I stay golden

From the hood, but I'm still glowing

Covered in blood, yeah, I'm still going

Push a T-Top luxury like he ain't never bled

I taught scriptures with fellas who got holes in they head

Malice found God, I respect that shift

But y'all still glorify the ground with no soul in the gift

Kendrick dropped the Bible, but forgot the sword

He built a wall, he dunked Sponge Kid ass

Then tried to preach how you big stumple

But scared to breach, Drake won that, yeah

I said it wasn't now, if we talking pens

Boy, Trenzy laid you down

Cole got a pen, I ain't never denied him

But I've been trying with mine, I don't just testify

I don't just testify