[Verse 1, Chester P]

Blood, I blaze for days to save stamina praise

My fam in a blaze, raise same calibre blades

The challengers came to stand in my lane

My strain's straight popping off like a varicose vein

(McBanes!)

Hang your head in the shame of defeat

Came in the game for cheap thrills

The streets will say sleep kills

Play the beat and I will display deep skills

Speak for the people asleep still

Free will, refill speech, I speak shrill

Seeking a beat for each meal to eat the keep real with

In the heat where the police kill, but kids will

Steal up in the streets for the Ps to buy weed still

And I peak when it's all bleak

Building a fleet filled with thieves and fiends up in the Lord's seat

Increasing my lead till the dawn creeps up in the night

Like a killer in a Porsche jeep

Still a villain, I force-feed beats

See bars like souls the Lord keeps

And I walk in a warped sleep, fight the night at warp speed

Indeed, I see thoughts feed

Big heads and small feet surround my street in small fleets

All flee when the storm sweeps

Whores P support these

Walk in peace my heart beats until the reaper deports me

[Chorus, Chester P]

Is the sermon over now?

Are we riding overground?

Is it safe to breathe, can I call my friend?

Is it true they've returned again?

Is the sermon over now?

Are we riding overground?

Is it safe to leave, can I flee the ends?

Is it true they've returned again?

[Verse 2, Ramson Badbonez]

You see my presence is a blessing like it's free food

Staining up your cheap suit

Deeper than a tree's roots

Miraculous rap skill is intergalactical

Practical savage animal, radical supernatural

So get to stepping 'cause I'm here to bring an epidemic

When you're still pathetic

Stuck on repeat like a broken record

Gladly damage your physical 'til you're thin and frail

And waiting to die like being tied down to the British rails

My format, the figure-four snaps your thorax

Your whack raps before that get trampled like a doormat

I'm bringing out the eye tweezers for you sightseers

Mind reading, sly bitches lying they don't like penis

Underachieving like public schools on black pupils

That act brutal in the classrooms and snap rulers

Sensing your nervousness

And you'll get burnt to crisp

Your verses aren't shit next to the sins that my words commit

Breed of an instigator, lyrical freak of nature

Breaching your base, eliminate you for your latest data

Falling off like your rhymes were built on broken stilts

Potently ill like lumpy milk on your sheet and quilt

It's what you're meant to see

Like a documentary

It's Badbonez and Chester P

You know we've got the recipe

To take you to another level

Hover above the Devil

Then crush you like a pebble

With a slab of rusty metal

[Chorus, Chester P]

Is the sermon over now?

Are we riding overground?

Is it safe to breathe, can I call my friend?

Is it true they've returned again?

Is the sermon over now?

Are we riding overground?

Is it safe to leave, can I flee the ends?

Is it true they've returned again?