[Verse 1]

What kinda magic are we cooking in the studio

This that classic, you can hear it's beautiful

These artifacts, Wakanda Objects

Picture an intelligent black man making all kinds of profit

F*** all the propaganda that'll tell you ganja is toxic

That's a lie, sh*t

It's a plant, it's a herb

I'm a man on the verge

Of achieving the impossible

You can never kill me, my frequencies unstoppable

No L's for me, I'm reaching for the W's

Achieving every obstacle and constantly repeating the impossible

I'm going ape sh*t in the building

F*** all your standars, we could takе it past the limit

Y'all niggas mumbling, you sounding basic with a gimmick

Vercetti is a Pharoah writing anciеnt hieroglyphics

You niggas child's play to King Kong

Y'all came to play, I came to violate and destroy

[Verse 2]

Intelligent spitter slash vocal recorder

I started this sh*t with no hope or supporters

Bring back that African Unity, let us open the borders

I wanna go paranormal and see a ghost on the corner

I'm talking Rolls Royce not Cassper Ghostbusters

Grab a hoe, cuff her

Spit hot sh*t like edible magma

Mechanical rupture

Botanical gardener with syllable structures

I'm the black African, the holy Shaman no denying

Cooking up a dose that'll give Mr Bones arthritis

That's a bar, prolly went over your head

Manifest your words like you casting up a spell

[Verse 3]

I don't think you got the fitness to be lifting heavy bars

I could shatter your existence and just kill you with a sentence

Like the sh*t that you been sipping

Is a remedy for cough, you not familiar with these bars

Ain't caught a felony before

And I'm only twenty four and my lyric packed with content

Giving you the truth, is the mission I embark in

I can see the future, got visionary optics

To the rap culture, those gimmicks are an offense

You ain't got nun, you a feminine apostle

I guess that's why you mumbling and limiting the process

You want it? Go get it, stop wishing that you got it

I'm the black Anunaki singing all the gospels