[Intro]

Only the cleanest

Only the cleanest can judge

Only the cleanest

Only the cleanest can judge

Only the cleanest

Only the cleanest can judge

Only the cleanest

[Verse]

Touch the mic "at last my arm is complete again"

To be honest I know I ain't made to compete or win

I was meant to do my thing and possibly speak for him

But how is that possible when your atmosphere is stained with gin

It makes me nauseous

Plus the ciggies they smoking like broke exhaust tips

Can y'all please stop it

I'm surely off it, might just off it, can't play offense

Halted

Like the Tet

Death the only ref

In an arena where the cleaner get

Shutdown by sundown

And the dirty get to rinse off they blood

Or they forever stuck in mud

But something about love

Has got me wondering if we can make it up above

Watch for doves

As they cry and they fly

It seems that these things are

That these things are

[Outro]

Lost in the wind

Lost on a wave

Somewhere out there

Maybe one day

Lost in the wind

Lost on a wave

Somewhere out there

Maybe one day