Verse 1 (Opio)

Uh. Japanese girls do a dance off Plee shit

I’m tappin’ these pearls ‘til she paraplegic

After we tour in America, Greece, into Sweden

Rock a Stockholm like free nig

Microphone fiend in my stereo needs some enlightenment

Right with no fear of a demon

Mysterio hypnotize minds to teach them

‘Cause we from an era where the golden kings sun

Reach from the heavens give ‘em spiritual seeds

Run for cover…

Might pierce your soul like Gun Bucka

Blow a hole through your chromosome

You mufuckas will learn, clear as daylight when the blood burns

Know the phone taps, I advance with one word

You keep the world turning on its axis, absurd

To those that would non-believe, ask yourself what’s worse?

The truth, or hell on earth. Who’s cursed?

Chorus 1 (Opio)

Yeah, laced with knowledge

The kind of shit you can’t get you paid for college

Back and don’t chase the models

And waste no dollars then they pay for my shows

Some raise in Cabo, sippin’ Don Juli-eh-ho. Y’all know

The same ‘ol, same ‘ol. Every day thanks stay chasin’ the peso

Verse 2 (Pep Love)

These thieves, come a creepin’ in then a VD seed by they enemies

That they sleepin’ with, but they didn’t see

Men with femininity in they tendencies

They shuffle the deck, now we holdin’ the cards upon

Its love and respect but we going for ours

Get them phony fucks outta your space, its toxicity

The hater gonna say what they say, just stop listening

I’m a tellin’ on them jealous ones

I’m accumulatin’ my crumbs to get a better sum

I’m the black magnetic sun

I bring green things to life before the day is said and done

Chorus 2 (Pep Love)

Come on everyone, come on everyone

We wake us up among the swing sweet chariot

It wasn’t even, it was coming for the dirty home

It’s just beginning but you know the people get it done

Come on everyone, we make the several on the swing sweet chariot

It wasn’t even, it was coming for the dirty home

It’s just beginning but you know that one it begun, we gon’ get it done

Verse 3 (Pep Love)

We so wet like sex in the rain

My hip-hop session will bang in the basement

Erasin’ the pain… raisin’ the game… blazin’ and brazin’ in plain, sight

And them automobiles, and them trains and them planes

Lights outer space with a star

The craziest thoughts got me trippin’ to a place so far

I’m embellishin’, and relishin’, the shine of First Light battleship

Chorus 3 (Opio)

We on stage like let ‘er rip

Parliament funk blast off in the mother ship

Yeah, dog’s on some other shit

Let the drummer get some, then we punish it

Bomboclat, come equipped son I ride

From the top, we runnin’ this liquor shot

Ha! If you represent Hiero…

Third eyes on the rise built for survival