[Prologue - Almighty U-Sorcerer]

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Naturally, I'm outta my sanity, scripted

Bastards be tripping, sadly convicted

I'm past your opinions, laughing and grinning

Perhaps I'm addicted, I'm back in this, bitches...

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[Intro - Almighty U-Sorcerer]

To the cops, shooting a brother like running first base

Rambo used to sell drugs now he in a birdcage

And now that they coming for me, my guns extended

KUZGUN, come to quote the raven, no puns intended

[Verse 1 - KUZGUN]

Almighty, that’s the man, though

Make a nigga use his verse to go commando

They can’t come for a nigga if I never run out of ammo

I’m sorry, baby, I’m trying to change my ways, but I can’t, hoe

“Goddamn, you an asshole”, I hope, that’s the album title, bitch

Make way for the nigga that could make waves without Jay on some Tidal shit

Yeah, I’m Ginobili with the left hand, and Boogie with the left jab, hoe

Remember when I had dreams of dropping Chavez then dropping Castro

My new shit is not decorated in some bling

It’s made of steel, the same type as your fucking kitchen sink

This “whatever works for y'all” mentality stays hurting y'all

Can’t curse me out, the Cubs came over the worst of all

I need 9 more arms for all my gold, I’m Omar Vizquel

Fuck work, that’s for people that don’t know how to fish or use a fishscale

You niggas tried to humiliate me, it’s too late for humility

Matter of fact, all of you some fucking pussies, none of you as real as me

None of you can talk shit about me

Matter of fact, I am a god, I’ll make sure you pricks devout, G

You gotta respect the hierarchy, you can’t really kill the boss

Flow on rosy, a lot of you ain’t ready for my inner thoughts

All I need is for all of you to permanently go to sleep

All I need is happiness, Jesus, hoes, and G’s

I’ve been taking pain killers

Fuck you talking about, they ain’t with us

That’s the only reason that they hating, bruh

I ain’t get sleep at all, they calling me a day killer

Proof that you should dread, fear, and regard me as holy

Matter of fact, I pledge I’ll fuck up shit and make the prestige

Just dropped all the track titles on one verse, still got it

I dropped 5 clues to when my real shit dropping

No one could could’ve done that shit better

Matter of fact, y'all got until July 28th to get your shit together

[Bridge - 2Pac (Sampled)]

Who's afraid of the punk police?

Niggas run the streets, no justice, no peace

Fuck the law, rather draw than do time

Don't fuck with mine, cross the line

[Verse 2 - Almighty U-Sorcerer]

Cross the line and I get the 30 clip, Brandon Bass

Me and KUZ like the Bulls in the 90's, go back to back

Shit, call me Tim Duncan, clowning niggas from the bench

Catch me in the Summer League balling, that's OT, sudden death

Coming with the heat, Bam Adebayo, no chance of survival

Attacked on arrival, you patched, vitiligo, ugh

Laugh at my rivals, left hand on the rifle

Right on the bible, everything that you write is recycled

I go commando, nigga, call me John Matrix

Give your bitch a boo-boo, niggas called the park rangers

This menace pulled up in a Phantom, feel like '99 is back

Plus my 9 is strapped, surprise party turned to surprise attack

No interruption, I'm electric, I'm a closed circuit

That bitch had on Cinderella heels, she got me sole searching

All this time you gon' waste, you behind in the race

The times you been played, career dead, lie in a grave

Deciding your fate, lines you could say, rhymes you can make

Ride in a Wraith, go to the jeweller, find you a chain

Chain snatched at a concert, go call your insurance agency

You be acting as innocent as suburban Caucasians be

First impression what niggas second guess, now they second best

MJ in '98, shooting shit with 5 seconds left

Shit, y'all was watching Brady Bunch, I just sold a gram of Cindy

My niggas drinking so much, they gon' need to transplant a kidney

July 28th, the young Raven gon' punish the fakes

Gun to your face, yeah, I'm cool but my brother's insane

The stakes are high like I smoked a pound at the Outback

I be turnt up even when I make no sound, got the loud pack

Empty the clip on you, Rocket got 0 like Aaron Brooks

I sonned all of you niggas don't talk to me about parenthood

All I do is drill, drill, we got that fire control

Chopper put a newborn in a retirement home, gang

[Outro - Pastor T.L Barrett & The Youth for Church Choir (Sampled)]

I tried to tell the white man

(Nobody, nobody, nobody)

But he could not understand

(Nobody, nobody, nobody)

I tried to tell the black man

(Nobody, nobody, nobody)

But he refused to take my hand

(Nobody, nobody, nobody)