(Verse 1 Ink Heart): Am facing this hatred from the Satanists

Only those adjacent to my rage could relate to this

Swore it had me in disbelief like am a atheist

Hip hop gave me the keys, the complication is my compilation fits so am calm, you shake to bits

Have a banana clip in your mouth tho am the ape in this

The real is back stop acting like it ain't been missed

Or angry fists will have you leaking the essence of fruit, a mango split

Hold me back some, where am from u gotta grind coz you can't only rap, son

Kuchezesa mula but if you owe me stack, funds

Better come wit it am a thrilling killer call me Jackson

Step back in amazement, am what's crackalacking baby i just happen to blaze it

Gin n jacket occasion while i capture more patience than a war in hospitals

Raw concoction, bro, flippin of course he got it all

Dipped it in sauce n Molotovs, its a gift from the Lord how I've evolved in music. Chics just go soft when am involved

And well that's for long call me el capitan, still on my grizzly grind till i smell filetmignot

Life is a deadly beach coz of shells n the arms

To hell wit the charm, what's a prince to a peasant

Blessed with the verses, a gift to a reverend

Type of shit to turn Ink to a legend, you ain't got the throne, you can't sit with the breden

I be blowin all this cloud that's my lift into heaven

Ain't lifting a weapon though i rip them in seconds

They against me coz am different on records

(Hook Ink Heart): i jus won't let you win the moment which in I capture

Mene ndiyimbila girls just want me to sing and rap bru

Might sound foreign n ting but jus pour me a drink mpaka thapsya

Swift as swords when i swing me a cordless and bring disaster

(Verse 2 Ink Heart): hater b-nez wait a minute coz i don't have time for irrelevant shit

Veteran tip with no cheddar in check, outta place like all my melanin is pink

She was enthused to get in the nude, left with her brain i beheaded the chic

Heavenly sent how i meddle with pens, you as heavy as Ink? I don't remember it. When?!

Sick as mucky mucus, touching cougars, chucking truth up, rushing tooter on rusty shooter that wanna prosecute us

Life is a bitch, she left me ahead like she got a Oxford tutor

Man I'll burn down your booth and that's a dare to hot producers

You want beef? M'bwele m'ma 2, Pano ndagwila chibele cha ndu

With Helena nude sindingamvele zimene mwandiuza, one hell of a douche

The spelling of rude, telling the youth they better recruit coz am sick and medicine-proof

Might have been wack but then i improved, light up the hash, whatever...its cool

Am sick n tired of freaking liars, lost my grip at times wished I'd die, now thankin God for the gift of life

So all the recipes for the death of me rest in peace

Endlessly, much love to those reppin me, i wrecked the beat