[Locksmith: Verse 1]

I’m from the region of Kedar

Y’all not really on my radar

I’m a descendant of Hagar

I just used to be a Bay Star, Now I perform on the ‘A’ card

Now I just prefer to spray bars, Light up the booth like an A.R

Im, Im, Im

Why they keep on saying ‘Im’

Maybe to build up their self-esteem, That don’t comply with a healthy Deen

That’s a plural of respect, Hmp

Go confirm it in the text

Go confer it with your ex, Hmp

I prefer it in the flesh

Occultation

Got it from the 12

That’s a confirmation

Not from the 12 that’s a confrontation, Nor the 12 that dwells in the population

Oxidation

Rappers can’t breath when it’s Lock they facing

Still y’all sleep when the plot they chasin, If you watch the signs you can spot the agents

All of you artists you come for my progeny

I know your plot is to go come up off of me

I won’t accept any crumb that they toss to me

Pay me upfront, that’s the philosophy

I know they just want to grandstand

Came to my hood and that man ran

My killers wet you like ZamZam

Blood on the Lamb

I don’t want to spend another minute

Just admit it if you mean it

If you really wanna dig it

You can sleep in a deep fall

I’ve been steady pleading for my people

Trying to feed them but the reason is some of us devolved

Like to jaywalk but it’s Eashoa

I tip the scale like a seesaw

Y’all Rappers still playing Leap Frog

I’m watching out for the Dajjal (Dayum…)

God as my witness, I’ve spotted the sickness

I’m so sick of hearing about watches & bitches

I challenge my peers on our opposite interests

Yeah

Locked in the booth but won’t cop you repentance

My only reply is with hostile intentions

If I get denied then I’m hopping the fences

Im, Im, Im

Why they keep saying Im

You really think you the Elohim

You do not know what the hell it mean

That’s a plural of respect

Hmp

I refer you to the text

Hmp

I refer you to what’s next

Hmp

You’ll confirm it in your death

(Bye, Bye Bitch…)

I speak the truth while you follow Theosophy

My attitude is that your crew is apostasy

Y’all follow suit with that Madame Blavatsky

(You weak as fuck…)

I know you artists is scared to acknowledge me

Y’all raise a prophet to profit from modesty

Y’all run away when they mention my artistry

Know I’m a rebel, I revel in

Any new element you was scared to settle in

Whether you relevant or never do bet again

Imma be hesitant if you never was ever kin

I can smell the bitch in your pedigree

All the fakeness that you pedal me

Automate this through my legacy

Nah, if you don’t embrace this then it’s jealousy