[Intro: Datin]

I'm constantly asked in interviews, "Ayy, Datin

Would you ever consider getting back into the ring?"

You must wanna see it happen, so here we go (Uh oh)

[Verse 1: Datin]

I don't care if I'm mentioned on your bogus list

I know they won't admit, the poems that I wrote are just

Too hard for them to understand, these bars will go over kids

Heads, they cannot decipher the message or decode my disc

For those of you who do not know the kid and know this is

A vocalist that focuses on composing the dopest scripts

Making sure that every note is stitched and interwoven with

The Holy Ghost Jehovah sent, I'm bold and, no, I won't relent

The flow is lit like a stoner's spliff and a smokers lips

And cold as Nova Scotia is, these [?] like Hogan's fists

Lyrically, I'm known to flip like a Hulk and rip

My foes to bits when I approach this with ferociousness

Electrifying it's like when the son of Odin lifts

His hammer high in the sky so a couple lightning bolts can hit

And jolt the tip, this is as high as my voltage is

The molten pits of lava ain't as hot, you will get roasted quick

You would think I rolled a spliff, took a toke and hit

But no, I'm the soberest lyricist that you know, it's just

With this pen, I'm a Jedi, it's like when Yoda lifts

A bolder with his mind above your head, when I let go, you're squished

I got a bone to pick with these posers, I told 'em quit

Bounce like a pogo stick, homie just hit the road and dip (Huh)

Disappear kinda like a hocus pocus trick

This one's yours ,but that's over with, you and I cannot co-exist

I'm aiming at your top fifty, sending shots quickly

Like the finger wrapped around the trigger on the Glock's itchy

Back in my day, your albums would've got frisbee

That trash would get ejected and thrown at at mach sixty

No, they would not diss me, 'cause they know who my clique be

We will make 'em chopped mincemeat and we'll back 'em hot crispy

With the rhymes that these monsters ink, no, it's not Disney

It's G.O.M. and I rep to my coffin, drop six feet

[Break: Datin]

Now, speaking of getting back into the ring

I brought somebody with me

And he's very familiar with the ring, it's just a different type of ring

Hey Master Tarver, talk to 'em

[Verse 2: M. Tarver]

Hazardous vocabulary attacks, I'm prepared to detach

And bury your cast and leave your area thrashed

It's scary, in fact, there we can back bust and flame

If you inquire, "What's my name?", I'll take you there if you ask

I'm the Christian version of Kendrick working your Central Nervous System with verbiage vicious disturbing mentally

Worship the Savor, purge from the Virgin Mary the way the worship carries inertia barely could work and preserve and carry

The Earth is very flat and the surface barely overts and marry's the work compared when the Word, I'm fairly certain a barely searching will disturb the narrative

I'm a verbal mercenary with words to carry a certain heritage

Rappers with gun bars but really they lack the ammunition, examine your plan and mission, they hand him a stand and listen, you wouldn't jump

When Nickelodeon keeps them in the canon, when you fire it sound like a little pop

And rap is a part of me, imagine you start to see the Master the God in me, the past isn't hard to see, I put the fake behind me and I don't ever wanna look back at the Cardi B

They do anything for the clout, the push is amazing

We turn to this industry plants, it's pushing up daisies

It's too many snakes in the garden, I use mumble rappers to fertilize

When I verbalize you get burned alive

These verses disperse will work in the church if it sermonized

Disturbing a certain Serpent whose work is commercialized

Came to the Earth and burst in a curse so the Earth will die

Savor asserted pain and He came to the Earth to die, sacrifice

In the afterlife, till it's real God I can spit like I'm Titanic

These rappers a Lil Yatchy

(Uhh, you know the Titanic sank right)

With verbals you've never seen before

If I get hit, then I bleed and mourn

My blood will destroy anything it touch like a Xenomorph

I guess I'm an alien to the scene cause I seen it all

Rappers fresh to death and I'm Lazarus

Mumble rap are for zombies, they killing yall like it's cancerous

And it goes straight to the head

We climbing over the walls like World War Z, cause yoh, CHH ain't dead (CHH ain't dead)

[Outro: M. Tarver]

Huh

Monster talk

Datin

Let's go