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The Testament
1,763
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Testament was released on March 6, 2026 by MO Records as a part of the album The Testament - Single
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Release DateMarch 6, 2026
LabelMO Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
momobaby
momobaby
Vocals
Dank Kastle
Dank Kastle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Wyss
Simone Wyss
Songwriter
Matthew Randall
Matthew Randall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Profetesa Beats
Profetesa Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Ayo Dank, come out 'n' play
I pen scripts like prophets, watch the doctrine fold
Came from the roots where the crops don't grow
Now we breakin' through the ceiling where the top don't show
I been steppin' with a purpose, let the cosmos know
Runnin' circles 'round 'em, check the lap count
Built a catalog off a hand-me-down rap sound
Still a queen without a throne, where the cap now
They was sleepin', I just treat it like a catnap
Yo, I been cookin' like a chemist in the kitchen
Every lyric been precision, never slippin' in the rhythm
If it's money on the table, I'ma flip it like decisions
Took a minute, now they lookin' at the vision like religion
Look, came from the bottom, I studied the game
While they fumbled the ball, I was running the play
Ain't no need for a huddle, I call it in flames
When I step in the ring, they be duckin' my name
I been movin' like a locomotive, loaded, flow explodin'
Overthrowin' jokers with the motive, goin' supernova
Know the glow is golden, never foldin' hope you know the moment
Been controllin' all the elements, my soul erodin'
Tell 'em this the testament, I ain't here to settle in
I been off the leash, every piece been like a metal print
Sharper than a veteran, I been on my rhetoric
This the kind heat that make 'em check the lettering
Ayo Dank, come out 'n' play
Man down
Industry full of clones, ima stand out
Everybody got fire, this a camp ground
Bucky Barnes in this bitch, tell em stand down
Dip home, gin n tonic on a jet
Rope fulla big stones, it's an Onix on my neck
Ryders rolling wit me, get it poppin like I'm X
Pull up to the stu n get to choppin like I'm tech
Hold up
Lemme get you in the light
Cuz ya friend will be the quickest one to stick you wit the knife
Thinkin why would I be dumb enough to think you were my brother
Fuck a homie, I would rather keep a pistol in a vice
N these people never listen to advice
They just lookin for somebody
They can blame for all the issues in their life
But if ignorance is all you have to offer me
You need to back up offa me
I'll fuck around n hit you wit the right
Clip you in the night, soon as I can get you in the sights
Sick n wicked type to shoot or pistol whip you in a fight
So official, n the pipe clean as a whistle, when I snipe
I Gotta bar safari rifle, it's ridiculous, I might
Be in tinted Silverado wit a bersa 85 up in the center console
Or killin a verse n makin fun of bums
Word to ya mother son, n once I'm done, I'm comin wit another one
N then another one until the summers done
Written by: Matthew Randall, Simone Wyss
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