[Verse: ELUCID]

Frankincense and myrrh, please do not disturb

Mighta pinched a nerve, but it ain't but a word

That's the shit that get you took a serve

Energetic surge, I suggest you swerve

By the law of thirds, birth, death and experience in between

Heads chopped like most kings

Reachin' the way I been

Black skin, how he ride the wind

What's inside the sound, where do I begin

Friends, how many of us...

How many of us

I don't know what you done came for

I hope you gettin' what you camе for

These devils clippin' wings

You arе not your pain, dog

Switch your lane, accelerate 'em out your frame, y'all

Can't catch a fade, can't lose my place, I polish eighths off

If I say less, why I gotta explain more

The loudest faces rarely bringin' what they claim for

I stand on shoulders, negative space where my aim's strong

He range raw, fuck me gently with a chain saw

Rap is my religion, surrealism is my point of view

Smack you just for livin', spittin' blood to make the corner bloom

They be like, "Lordy, who you talkin' to? It's about a quarter two"

As the—"Where's your paper where you goin'?"

Don't need ID when I get free and open

As the day's long, they say "where your paper, where you goin'?"

As the day's long