[Intro: Arthur Morgan and Sister Calderón]

You're too smart for me sister

I guess, I- I'm afraid

There is nothing too be afraid of

[Verse 1: Itha¢a]

Let me introduce you to the wild, wild west

But the real wild west I ain't talkin' Will Smith

Cowboys, bandits, gangbangers and cheap hoes

Ride round town with a bandana and ill flow

Bare knuckle usin' no six shooter, I'm real brutal piss shooter

I'm pretty witty with it, don't need tutors

I'm ridin' horseback waitin' for the next stack of cash but the catch is I never made jack

My vibe doctor, the Molly Miller, who gone missin', the Godzilla, a dead J Dilla, Bismillah

Not the realest or illest spitter who lives, I'm just tryna get a little bit of happiness, no skrilla

I'm straight-snappin' these straight jackets, I'm brain-bashin'

Lane passin' lames, and I'm dane smashin' I'm soul-snatchin'

Been attacking you, but

You panicking 'cause

These bars got you mannequins scuffed

Satanic, you what?

(bllt bllt bllt)

[Chorus: Itha¢a, Rav]

I don't think you're really real

No I don't really think you're real

Show me how you really feel

And don't hold back yourself

You claimin' that you wield the steel

Claimin' this and that but still

Still, ay' let's talk about it

You say they always 'bout it

But wait till I call you out, then you break

Can you close your mouth and

[Verse 2: Rav]

I eat pizza from the crust

Keep losers under my Timbs

I ain't ever trusted rules

Since I grew my lungs and limbs

What I think is what I do

And what I do is what I think

Call me outsider but still

I'm in tune with what's within (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I ain't settin' up shit up for you

All you clowns have been upset

My crew kickin' in the crib

Then walks around with chicken legs

Serpent lord puffin' immortal he's the loudest in the pack

Feel like I am full of life

Rap like I've a minute left

Talk with

Caps lock on and I don't

Grasp my dong

When I

Rap on stage or else my

Hand goes numb

I'm implying that my phallus is so vast and long

That when I try to pick it up my blood-flow can't prolong

I'm what's real

Define me?

You can't define me

No I ain't signing legally binding deals for money

It's in the fine print

Your hijinks grimey

The fair behind me

Redefine the field

EXO

[Chorus: Itha¢a, Rav]

I don't think you're really real

No I don't really think you're real

Show me how you really feel

And don't hold back yourself

You're claimin' that you wield the steel

Claimin' this and that but still

Still, ay' let's talk about it

You say they always 'bout it

But wait till I call you out, then you break

Can you close your mouth and

You say they always batter your way

Then they call you out, then you break

Can you close your mouth and

[Outro: Arthur Morgan and Reverend Swanson]

I'm still a bad man

Maybe your path isn't changing, Arthur

My path, is coming to an end Reverend

I know, son...

I know...

And I know you will face your destiny like a man...

Like a warrior