Yeah, I'm known for writing the deepest of scriptures

Speak with conviction, not these regular rappers that you see in these pictures

Not being malicious, I'm the prototype, the pros are right

I'm cold as ice, every time that this pro can write the flow's precise

Got nothing left but still I know my rights

So keep all your hot takes or pay the coldest price, I'm known to bite

Soul of Christ, stroll through the Valleys of Death, unholy but sadly oppressed

Suppose we can carry his steps, Lord Willin'

Was once depicted as a harsh villain

But now I'm the God, enlighten many lost children, start building

Save your lessons, no need to pay attention, it's free of course

Baby steps when it comes to the missions we abort

We the source, you now realize it

Believe in logic, Def Jam's and our future's the way that we describin'

A different frequency that we can vibe with, we the highest

David and the beast Goliath, pay us for the peace or riot

Every verse that I'm spitting is a cold slaughter

But you know that damn well like two structures that hold water

The flows that I thought up, I'm honin' in this day of atonement

Contacting Chino for a song's but a literal "Come to Jesus" moment

Born of Resistance, scorned by swarms of life forms with a formidable interest

Every song I invented was met like a vet with a torn meniscus

Derek Barbosa jerseys, Rocky Balboa, known for going the distance

Smokin' the pistons, expenditure heavier than Brock Lesnar's wrist is

I'm from the same city as Treach is where the crime wave is high

And the coke whiter than the light people claim they see when they first die

So how you want to scuffle? Guns or knuckles, struggle with my ton of muscle

Don't get dropped off of the top of the turnbuckle by Lady London's uncle

Locked in a dungeon that's dysfunctional, pivotal spit, mouth distribute a few fiery tongues that are untouchable

Graduate of the East West Conflict Institute in my prime

Perpetually shine, eventual syllable miserable dark touch you

Hello Darkness My Old Friend, my heart, it spins a legend like Simon and Garfunkel

Chino's legitimate, bars are litigants spitting scars and carcinogens

Both Satan and God equally wanna sue hard and litigate

My diss dismembers your limbs, you might want to refrigerate

So later a surgeon can reattach your arms minus the ignorant hand you write that trash scribble with

I'm ill but I'm literate, I'm illiterate, so non-considerate

I'm indifferent and articulate, when I celebrate to be heralded as a heretic

Beyond America, fly me to the Emirates, teach me Arabic

So I can discover deeper sciences and elements and uncover religion equivalent to Genesis

We ain't gotta associate, I know I don't spit it appropriate

But any instrumental after I vocal it, they say the vocal lit

You're doomed when this written in all caps, fuck your soft raps

I'm more twisted than The Riddler, ain't no middle pedal in this whip no more, I'm pushing all gas

Intelligent and merciful but can't let a fool live

Eighth grade, eighth grade, I'm just repeating it like you did