Bout It:

Chorus:

(X2)

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm about it

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm about it. Bout it

To whom to think I'm not a warrior this is a story of calling to be this glorious victorious,

Or we can just sit and lavish this passive last of the air you grasping.

Put a mask on your face, gas maskes

To hold the masses we clash em don't need your fake asses

So get them caskets FEMA asking for

Who you ask for more war you need to pray to the Lord.

Yeshua, jesus, Allah

I'm a freak just to nature you all pull on my sword or my demons is gone

Coloma source never leading you on

Break it down from the King to the pawns

What you doing when you're conscious is going you in the middle of war

Tip and toe to the store tribulations trip your occupations

Got you waiting just to sign with Satan.

What you think this is rap, this is abomination concentrated

Proclamation to a population. Aàah

(X2)

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm bout it

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm bout it. Bout it

Promise myself I never go again if I did they would seize everything then that means everything that I've conquered

But I'm more than a conquer

Big heart but still painted image of a monster

Till I find you and remind you all the pictures that you painted n***** his your Oscar

Bet you wish you painted Nostradamus

Now I got you got my troopers looking proper

Here's your option

If you thinking you can stop us got it popping

Have you living with the virus, this is toxic

To your conscience god-given vision from the prophets

Live or die kid now it's time for the godless living in the garbage of gossip

Looking at God like I got this

You don't understand cuz your timeless

Time is money got you watching

Money is power and power from the knowledge bout it

Chorus:

(X2)

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm bout it

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm bout it. Bout it

I came through and lyrical form if I perform I'll be killing them all

Get your boss Jesus died on the cross, you can die in a cross

Cuz this is real war, who considers what you consider real hard

The boondock saints The two Glocks paint, sinners in a box they'll precipitate

Give him a taste of Hell's Gates, let it penetrate

Cuz this the bloodiest thing I've seen in my dreams

If I'm breathing with heathens, that's what's left of my team

Raging... Against more than

Till the system turn man against me

If you ready to die, well I'm just glad you agree

Consider me the black option

More to it like the virus that's killing the trees

What you don't know hurt snatching your soul

And you can pray for the 6 6 when it's out of control

But you never know when ya got to go but ya got to go

Chorus:

(X2)

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm bout it

Don't you think I'm riding, don't you think I'm bout it. Bout it