[Intro: Gaea LaBelle]

Cha cha cha (repeat 23xs)

Oh my, Oh my (oh my)

Oh my God!

[Verse 1: Gaea LaBelle + Lance Markeith]

I need energy

I've been isolated so invaders don't intercept my inner G

Here lies the holy spirit spittin'

Saliva black ink, a hymn to a hum, a verse was written

Hear the scripture

Ears, mouth, eyes open or shut

I see you

You say, I see, eye see, àṣẹ

I say, Allah

I've seen the day, the light, the fire at night

Erupt in scenes so obscene

I couldn't believe what I saw in plain sight:

Souls soiled and sold for cotton money and low-frequency conducted gold

Owned to means and means, by means of memes

A mime omitting what he means for scenes

Foreseen by truth and gesticulation

A jester with only jokes and gestures for articulation

Anticipating his next rhymes 'bout his last ejaculation

Masturbating ears in lieu of a car payment

Or a yacht payment

Why you playin'?

They ain't planning a blueprint for their cities like Jay-Z

They just sipping, slipping, sleeping in pussy, lazy

Jésus, Jesus!

You say, please just release your demons

And finally be free

The Drought is back nigga

Think of the grass and trees

And take care of your land

For true sovereignty Yeah

We'd rather make more buildings and streets

How could we ever put all ten toes

On the ground and just breathe?

[Verse 2: Lance Markeith (Gaea LaBelle)]

Uh, (One, two, one two)

In the land of the steroid feigns and barbells

(left, right, left, right)

I pull up to Doak Campbell with a weed-smokey car smell

(One, two, one two)

Ain't nothin' like capitalism and testosterone

(left, right, check)

I smell like money, pussy, and dedication

(mic check, 2, 1, 2)

I am the Martin Lutherinistic monarchy to have faith in

(Left righteous footstep)

I politic amongst the Gods and Satans

(two, one, two)

I roll a dice

A poltergeist unleashed upon my statements

I yell out, if the game shake me

It'll never break me!

(Right, just step to it!)

And this that motherboard overload

Don't hit the escape key

And now I reek of power

Professionalism, and the hatred

That makes conquering my only solution

The industry is just an institution

And the school of hard Knocks

Admitting I'm on recruitment

Fruitful of my endeavors of freeing my niggas

From all of this looting that polluted my streets

Man, what's been up with all this shooting

Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams

Of getting C.R.E.A.M. Let's do this

Foolish this Brutus uselessness

We shouldn't get used to this aggression

Make use of this frustration

And make muses or some fucking music

Now you tell me, what's freedom

Now you tell me!

(Na, nah, I don't need no hook for this shit!)

What's freedom?

Freedom's when you put all your enemies to sleep

Freedom's when the code is no less than thirty deep

Freedom's when the crowd see you

As the only nigga that ride for the crew

Know what I'm talking 'bout

Hailing from the land of Mercury

Where the Gods and Earths would be

Hitting me up for them herbal leaves

I got the game on alert

Code red, bitch emergency

All they heard was Code 3, RNO

And left the murder scene

Only the baddest and the realest

Get referred to me

My music bump with whoever that hear it

And it occurred to me

I'm far better than what y'all selling

Fuck if you ain't heard of me

I sell a milli what y'all sell in a drought

Spitting like Curren$y

Lookin' like I'm fresh from a burglary. What?

And I'm spitting like my detergent be up

Is it so fresh, so clean? I can't determine this but

That tall, lanky nigga with the glasses like Urkel been tough

And we scheming on the low, dawg

The circle been tucked

Can't try no angles on em

Squares get determined as fuck

And my capitalistic mindset is on my earnings and stuff

Don't get concerned with 'em bruh

You know the squad keep on turning it up

(Bun dem!)

Burn 'em, ashes to ashes the urn's been up

(Yeah)

We like Nas and Fox Brown, man

The Firm been us

Firmly printed on records, I reckon' I wreck 'em

On any day that he will reckon 'em

He will surely beckon 'em

I come with the Argos

Like what has Ben Afflecking [been afflicting] them

Never sign a check for them

Would never get a check from them

Really could've kept to themselves

I signed a contract, I am definitely shelved

I drop this Drought shit I am destined to sell, bih!