[Verse]

Run with the money makers or come party

Surname out of Lombardy

Word came on a wing of a bird

My father came out the Parisienne gutters

My heart is a product of Montmartre

The dog park from an Indian slum

That sparked a lighter down in Echo Park

My mind is the shiny revolver

Grasped on the cover of Tulsa by Larry Clark

Dark colours seen

Through the eyes of Will Eggleston, Thomas Edison

The promise of modern medicine

Mixed with the Mayans, shit is a science

None of these "rhymers" Aztec (As tech) as mе

Y'all should rewind this

Harder, bettеr, stronger, faster

Those designed to be the servants

May instead become the masters

Thirty seconds from disaster

I'm the Rosary beads in the palms of the pastor, clutch