[Intro]

Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus

Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus

[Verse 1]

You are now listening to the sounds of a god in the flesh, my lineage is ancient

I come from beyond any place you could imagine

In your imagination

Mommy was my spaceship

It took her nine months to get me here, I finally made it

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

My star got six points so I burn brighter

Than any pentagram on Hollywood's sidewalk

I'm much too hot, you cannot cool me off

Not a son, don't chill Allah

Check the rhyme that I spill on y'all

It's the best by far

Initiate of the sacred brotherhood of elite rappers

I'm a master builder

Grand verbalizer, young old-timer

The tippy-top shotta, original Don Dada

[Chorus]

It's written in the stars, look me up then

Two or three bars, got you pay attention

I'm gifted, my rap is mystic

It's codes that I speak so the police missed it

Spray painted on the walls

The writing's on the walls

I'm gifted, my rap is mystic

It's codes that I speak so the police missed it

[Verse 2]

Put on some real tough shit that I could rock to

Then write the illest words you ever could bop to

I live the illest life you ever could have

So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh

At my best I am excellence

At my worst I'm not inspired by the beat, shit come out weak

It's not bad for a bad day

I smack you and knock your head off

Damn, I don't know my own strength

Like a lion, I was just tryin' to play

It's not my fault you fall apart so easy

I need to be with my own kind

Take me to where the rap music is powerful beats and rhymes

Whole 'nother channel, don't be so shallow

Expand your taste

There's more to life than your narrow mind think

And we live from the refuge

Is anybody out there?

[Chorus]

It's written in the stars, look me up then

Two or three bars, got you pay attention

I'm gifted, my rap is mystic

It's codes that I speak so the police missed it

Spray painted on the walls

The writing's on the walls

I'm gifted, my rap is mystic

It's codes that I speak so the police missed it

[Outro]

Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus

Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus (Jesus, Jesus)

You've got to keep them pretty scared

Because unless they're properly scared and frightened

That all sorts of devils are going to destroy them

From outside or inside or somewhere

They may start to think...