Verse 1: C-Scripture

Isolate my mind when I’m making a rhyme

You know I run the game dawg, let my ligaments shine

I don’t need no validation, I’m the illest alive

I’m painting pictures of my soul when I spit with Divine

Little Jerry Heller nigga when I hustle for mines

Never been a street solider, I be calling the shots

They might’ve never heard my name, I’m the ghost of the bars

I isolate the weakest rappers with emotions involved

Give a few sick bars, and the tightest of flows

Then I take the illest rappers when I’m leading the charge

I isolate your whole squad leave you lyrically robbed

When they ask who I is, I say I roll with Divine

The most critically acclaimed muthafucka alive

It’s Bass & Truth in the booth, I’m the spirit of rap

I elevate your style nigga, while I’m leaving a mark

You want C-Scripture nigga, I’m the greatest inshallah

Hook: C-Scripture

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

Verse 2: C-Scripture

I’m still rebel when I rhyme, still kicking the tight flows

Malawi on the map when I’m feeling to hype one

It’s written up in blood, I was gifted to write bars

Spit it with my ancestors, killing the mics fun

Spinning through the worlds, now I’m rocking to buy one

Eric B is president with Ra in the background

Everything is heaven sent now why would I back down?

See the third letter I was written to come back

Plotting on course, now your stereo rock mines

I’m blowing through the waves like you’re tripping on landmines

I got y’all retarded now listen regardless

I bought a gift rap that’s a whooping to artists

I decompose your soul if you’re spitting that whack shit

The spirit of Hip-Hop I’m bringing a classic

The Nas of my era, terror listen the Don Mega

See when I rhyme now giving the Third Letter

Hook: C-Scripture

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

Verse 3: Prev-L

Imagine a virus infecting everybody in your hood

State of emergency, people is dying see shit ain’t good

You’re the only nigga that’s not infected at all

Trying to save the world everybody is looking at y’all

That’s exactly how I feel when I’m hearing you rap

See you’re a virus, a dog that needs to get shot in heart

I need a quarantine for all of y’all niggas rapping like Russian records

You idolize the wrong niggas, a bunch of pendejos!

How can you think yourself a pack, when you’re isolated?

If the lyrics to your track was dope, I’d have read it!

But you is not even close to being a lyricist

The problem is you being whack, you invite a diss

It’s automated, Bass & Truth skills auto-graded

I’m calibrated often my flowing prowess underrated

I’m graduated I burn niggas, I bring a clinic

My nigga Scripture called my name, and y’all see I did it

Hook: C-Scripture

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up

I came and I saw, I made them and I conquered

Isolate the weak from the strong gave them all love

Painted pictures in their hearts, I don’t think they know that

Everything they is, I done been, I could blow up