[Chorus]

A hundred monks shaking in mid-meditation

And still a hater say he don’t love it like bacon

Born on the A-list, torn from the matrix

Real as life support don’t abort please be patient

It’s bacon

It’s straight bacon

[Verse 1]

They tryna find a record deal like a pastor who hateful

Like undisciplined kids who grateful

Like a pimp who’s faithful

But see I couldn’t give twos I got your life doing anal

Let’s get playful

This rap for play

I slide nine inches through your Serato's

And make every MC in the venue suicidal

Grab a bible, word

Crowd call my name like these yardies call me my yout

I’m another boy in the corner, everybody wanna eyeball

Ya vibes fishy like a pirate with one eyeball

Blow on it first fam I never leave the mic warm

The Black Goku since Papa John’s and ProTools with pro EVO

Running mom's elec bills through the broke roof

Making movements since excuses stopped being my go-to

A broke mentality thinking somebody owe you

But actually I just jacked your whole salary with a verse

They wished for real rappers

My presence might be a gift and a curse

Turn up!

[Chorus]

A hundred monks shaking in mid-meditation

And still a hater say he don’t love it like bacon

Born on the A-list, torn from the matrix

Real as life support don’t abort please be patient

It’s bacon

It’s straight bacon

[Verse 2]

As life continues to spin and gain abundance

My consciousness struggles to stay on this Earth’s circumference

Lyric book for a compass

To lead me past these young'n's

Half-worn skullies check the gully Oompa Loompa's

Skipping with a gold chain await a bullet in they low fade

Blood stain wait

This picture’s too violent yo please apply the cel shade

Ditch the blade fool or you really cell bate

The road out is bumpy like encounters with your cell mate

Somehow girls always prefer the convicted

Spent three years in the same place he’s bound to be committed

Several driving bans yeah he bound to get it lifted

'Cause the last time he caught a bus he really had a hissy fit

It's not even plausible

The thought of me and a hood chick

Watching a film and she heading for the lights

Like I’m Marley and she Lauryn Hill

I’m petrified of a 9-to-5 and a pot of bills

Wondering why my newborn looks like someone else

It's safe to say there’s many rapper who tryna knock me off the shelf

You wanna stop me you gonna have to kill me and keep my coffin drilled

'Cause I’m about to spill so much that no amount of soap will help

Like a Macbeth tale, destructive with the pen hail

The new king of whatever don’t get the most album sales

Do I succeed where many other rappers failed?

Or parade conflict diamonds behind a demonic holy grail?

Nah it's an epic fail

I’d rather you feel me like the fly in the face of someone who's tryna read braille

And I’m quite content with a taxed rapper’s payroll

Though deductions hit my heart like cheese and double mayo

You bring the booze I’ll bring the games yo

We’ll go through a caseload and remain in the middle with the sane folk

[Chorus]

A hundred monks shaking in mid-meditation

And still a hater say he don’t love it like bacon

Born on the A-list, torn from the matrix

Real as life support don’t abort please be patient

It’s bacon

It’s straight bacon