[Intro]

Sharpshooters Regime, Godz Work Regime

Baby J all the way, smooth as Alize

Yo, yo, General Grym, yo

Locking it down like the federal pen

Yo, we gonna start with the hook

[Chorus]

I'm about to wreak havoc on the beast this year

Labels ain't trying to promote this here

Commercial radio shows, they just don't care

The savior of the rap world now appears

To my peers on the pavement, time is near

To my peers on my wavelength, have no fear

Ten years of politicking made me aware

My soul is more precious than rap careers

[Verse 1]

I'm holding lives, armies of God immobilize

Reclaiming scrolls, stolen by spies holding fives

My mother's swollen eyes prepared me for warfare

Busting off cold in your ear with more flare than the 4th of July

My Sharpshooter Regime got the prototype to blow a mic

You couldn't see me in infrared photo light, I'm so precise

You know the Poet's nice, carrying the tubes made of gold and ice

Marching through your outpost, causing outbursts

Caught you in your house, cold made your mouth hurt

Just saying my name is a federal offence

Now you fucking with the hip-hop general whose attacks is indefendable

Your weak spine is bendable

Your weak mind is pretendable

It wants to act sensible but lacks intelligence to pull it off

You only understand the bullet talk

Instead of talking that bull, you should've walked out my territory

My clever stories sever corny put-together measures lyrically

I'm like a terror orgy, you rap niggas *snores* bore me

Made me into this sword carryin', cord varyin'

Lord buryin' fraud barbarians

You know the gods twist it like Bavarian pretzels

Plus, I'm never respectful

To those who are neglectful of their duty to civilize

As they minimize the power of a live mic

See, I maximize on crack and they vibe just to provide light

And only the strong survive, so I keep the rhyme tight

[Chorus]

I'm about to wreak havoc on the beast this year

Labels ain't trying to promote this here

Commercial radio shows, they just don't care

The savior of the rap world just appear

To my peers on the pavement, time is near

To my peers on my wavelength, have no fear

Ten years of politicking made me aware

My soul is more precious than rap careers

[Verse 2]

Modern scientists clone cows and sheep, just grown from cells

Manipulate nature where guns fail

War tactics vary

Our adversary has various ways to bury us ex-slaves of America

Every day could be your last day

You could be blasted the fast way, caps stray

Then ricochet and flash gray matter

While you praying to the Father, kissing the coba

Kids in the corner is turning the streets into a sauna

In the black homes, while the black dome

Lacks the backbone to recapture the black phone

You got Aryans all up in your face

And y'all bugging off who got the fucking hottest mixtape

In New York state, war schemes, your plot to war Feds

And plot lace the block with crates full of Glocks

See, they got more fiends fiending for morphines and more rocks

Than Plymouth until it's hot for the timid street chemist

Got more bass than DJs got bass-bins

Jakes'll pull a raid and stomp at the cop in combat

Mortals are charged like Raiden

You caught off guard, now armed guards excort you to court

Offices where officers offer certain deals

Which appeal to the snake mind

Yo, it ain't hard to find fakes: from clothes designs

To jewels, to mixtapes, to the way that niggas rhyme

Yo! I'm fed up, me and the gods set up

So every other fuckin' team get wet up

[Chorus]

I'm about to wreak havoc on the beast this year

Labels ain't trying to promote this here

Commercial radio shows, they just don't care

The savior of the rap world just appear

To my peers on the pavement, time is near

To my peers on my wavelength, have no fear

Ten years of politicking made me aware

My soul is more precious than rap careers

[Outro]

Yo! Yo! I'm too hype to finish this shit! Yo!