[TheeKIDICARUS]

Better punters and better runners for better games

Better runners and better gunners for deading lames

I am the phoenix that's rising out of the fire flames

Melted wax on winged backs, just check the name

Marbled floors we cascade in the rain shower

Grey washed, cathedral ceilings, and beige counters

Got nothing but bad bitches that stay 'round us

You would swear they was Little Mermaids, the way they flounder

'Round the whole crew trying to get a glimpse

Trust a muscle will flex on these little shrimps

Cocaine whores trying to get a little sniff

Cuz A nigga so potent, you get high off a whiff

You could fly off a cliff, holding hands with your bitch

Let the smoke aerate your lungs and die from this shit

I ride or die for this shit, sit and cry for this shit

Been through hell and game back, I survive for this shit

I'll be damned if a nigga get me

Inside my temple of stone angels I pray protect me

Statues with purple pews and holy water

I levitate inside the heavens, holding my daughter

Ambrosia and hyacinth rain from the gods

This is my story, of how a nigga just beat the odds

[Intalek]

Red grapes on a gold plate

Wine in a challis

Paranoia around

Hear the echoes in my palace

Million dollar gold bars

Rapping ain't a challenge

I do it for the world

Trying to restore the balance

I'm a pharaoh in my own right

Modern day Ramses

2Pac resurrected until they understand me

Malcom X mentally, Nat Turner spirited

Hitler with this wordplay, Auschwitz fear in this

But I don't put no queer in this

Castro, Cuba

Brand Nubian rubies on a rap Grand Puba

Gold plated crown, diamonds on the trim

Beads sewn in my robes, women on every limb

Young king born gladiator, fight for respect

Right to inject love, then even up like a calibrator

The lion inside is dying to ride

Flava Flav with no clock, never finding the time

To never slip up, living out every dream with my eyes wide

Shatner rapper, bars got a price line

I know God got the plan and the right time

And the flame, but I'm ready to ignite mine

I can hear it everytime a nigga write rhymes

Food for thought, for salivating type minds

I drop bombs on your dot coms

Usernames, passwords, hear it when you log on

Yeah, you hear the product of a prince

Marble countertops, plates of Indian shrimp

Lamb meats, shisha for dessert

Get a glimpse of the life

Your future musical talent can't resist

Born ready for how the world birthed me

Mama raised, but the streets burped me

Now I'm worth everything that I've earned, B

So close your eyes and let the color hit the speaker

Words paint a picture, this is synesthesia