Verse 1

Ni’n teluisi Gearl Ji’j straight out of CBG,

A protector bringing world peace,

At least that’s what I dreamt I used to wish that I was worthy,

Emerging, headed for collision and I’m swerving,

The urgency to leave the scene like an emergency,

My worlds unique I see the world is bleak,

I didn’t know that folks could turn til it occurred to me,

Only watchin me because I’m who they’re determined to beat,

But to this day imma rise, all they do is hate and despise,

Stay in disguise, mental state of a god that’ll play before he pause

Is changing our lives, who can pray in these trying times?,

No patience inside my mind,

Feels like it keeps rainin every time I dry,

It’s a pain, in the brain, but it’s modified,

To be able gain in the game when you’re traumatized,

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To this day imma rise, above all the hate and the lies, sick of thinking Oh my god, ohh,

I ain’t waitin on a ride, they gon say I’m crazy in the mind, hey maybe it’s my time, ohh,

No mistake imma ride, comin for my faith and my pride, we’ll escape homicide, ohh,

Would be a waste if I died, I been creating all my life, I wanna make it out alive, ohh,

Verse 2

Pukulkik wen nenuijik, aqq pukulk kowey pasik teluwejik,

Gearl Ji’j I thought you would never get big,

My inuksuk's megalithic,

There’s nothin inside of your cookbooks better than this.

Pasik puktew, good flows nevertheless,

A stone cold lyricist, growing mega respect,

I don’t know what these foes gon be tellin me next,

Takin my chances of being known on every rez,

My bros begging me just, ignore the haters and rise,

Think of a lightsaber against a sword made out of iron,

Minimizing the competition with untameable lines,

Story changes in time, to more flammable rhymes,

Like stashing change, I shouldn’t have to explain,

My words raise in value from what I’m actually saying,

The fact still remains, being trapped in this game,

Attached to my veins, and heart, so add it to your brain,

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Verse 3

Somethin like Stoney bear bumping through the holy lands,

Got me in the zone until suddenly the moment ends,

Stopping the momentum, but I won’t stoop as low to quit,

It won’t be a problem if I gotta do it all again,

Am I supposed to quit? Not even close,

My flows so intense on audio I could body your ghost,

This ain’t witches brew just regular pitewey,

And you need a better way to imitate what I emulate,

You ain’t even G with it, fake ingredients,

In any minute dissipating your flames immediate,

Without a flex displaying telekinesis quick,

What's so funny haters? I ain’t a comedian,

Heard me like a bomb went off on the earth,

When the smoke clears you’ll acknowledge my phenomenal work,

Back to square one struggling like a slug in reverse,

Stuck without any luck running from the reserve, just swallowing my words,

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Written By Gearl Francis