[Intro: Rakim & KXNG Crooked]

Uh, it's the God Ra, I got a team with me, check it out

What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?

Rappers are in danger

Ayo, Crooked I, you ready? (Hell yeah)

Aight, let me get the scratch right

What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?

Rappers are in danger

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]

The flow flyer than a stylist in the exit row

I'm walkin' 'round with a sprayer like I'm pest control

You took twenty-one MCs, put 'em to rest for sure

So I smoked twenty-one more, God rest they soul

Homie, it's KXNG Crook and Rakim, now who got the rap juice?

I'ma let this tune hit your core like I'm Papoose

Cops had me locked, but I snapped loose

I'm powered by the tropical sun, the biological son of Black Zeus

Hang glidin' on lightning, I can tell the rain to stop

With a acapella, mayne, I'm the cellophane

It's a wrap when I'm rapping, even in Hell, I can sell a flame

Wearing energy crystals like it's a Rocafella chain, mm

I park my Impala right at the ancient rituals

My Chuck Taylors walkin' on water with the originals

In the middle of spiritual beings seeing miracles

The women and children cheering so loudly, I can hear them go, "Ra"

With perfect timing they beating the drums goin', "Ra"

I heard the shaman, he's speaking in tongues goin', "Ra"

Somebody's yellin', "I think he's the one"

I peeped at the sun, inhalin' oxygen deep in my lungs

Looked at Ra, started spittin' the hardest written in art of rap

A verse that can reverse heart attacks when you listen

Jumpstarting your cardiac rhythm, brought you back with a sentence

From an artist that got it out the mud like a artifact (Facts)

Now they know my name from Harlem to Giza

Walking out the Apollo with Caesar with hollows and heaters

'64 Impala, the speakers bumpin' "Follow the Leader"

Another God MC for all the believers, Lord Crooked

[Chorus: Rakim & La the Darkman]

Here come Ra to swing the pendulum

Gun bars ring ears and put the the fear of death in 'em

Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim

Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in

Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair

Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear

This is Hell here (Rappers are in danger)

Ayo, La the Darkman, you ready? (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: La the Darkman]

Chop 'em all like a meat cleaver, they too eager, they too diva

I don't give a fuck, my niggas don't give a fuck either

Cut the braids, got the Caesar, these artists merely meager

Mafioso, police give me amnesia

La and Ra on par, all praise to Allah

Highest form of elevation, gomer oz dabar

I'm parallel, my sword swing very well

Ride like a carousel, speech Dr. Cornel West

I don't sleep, only rest, businessman, reinvest

Lyrically, I molest, spiritually, I'm possessed

By Elijah, I'm stronger and wiser

From my deductive reasoning, never trust Pfizer

If I'm your advisor, vegetables and fruits, ginger soups

Sliding in a Porsche Carrera, grey coupe

It's the fastest, soon as I hit the gas, it's

Zero to a hundred all through Calabasas

Spirit of Cassius bloomed into Mohammed

Always gotta crack a few eggs to make a omelet

Hit the earth like a comet, to be totally honest

My soul Godly aura make non-believers vomit, they can't stomach

I'm so blessed, envy my success

Never mind the fact my new Louis V vest

My fashion impressed, the followers, Hennessy swallowers

Real dollar for dollar-ers, bullet-tip hollow-ers, La

[Chorus: Rakim & Canibus]

Here come Ra to swing the pendulum

Gun bars ring ears and put the the fear of death in 'em

Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim

Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in

Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair

Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear

This is Hell here (Rappers are in danger)

Ayo, Canibus, you ready? (Hell yeah)

[Verse 3: Canibus]

Demons get steel on the ground, robot heels ain't gotta be 'round

Achilles get slashed in half by the sound

Arkansas National Guard hard, the jar open, it's gone

My squad fast rope over the farm

Seen him hiding in the foliage, gold price crashing on forex

He crashed out in a Corvette

Dr. Strange in a levitating bullet train

Locked in chains, free-range chickens with yolk stains laying rotten eggs

Filthy fowls with feathers bathed in acid rain

With collapsed veins, Neuralink wires hanging out of my brain

Like braids on charter jet planes tryna get away from the Interpol raids

From hooking up back in the day on Backpage

From the cradle to the stage, hit The Hague

To the cage, to the grave, I don't wanna play somebody's sick games

So I remain persona non grata to my gristle, bone

Grave's been exhumed over false property claims

Skeletal remains decomposing in greasy melanin

Dressed in princely robes, frayin', beg your pardon, didn't know you were praying

Excuse me to be fair, let's be clear, what are you saying?

Doesn't matter, my elevated language is not conveying

Look at the paintings, my power to compute due to my cravings

My due diligence is slipping a bit due to my aging

The mind gap is gaping, the world is reshaping

From all the profit taking and the poverty shaming

All the name calling and blaming, my AGI is amazing

From now on, I do the adjudicating, the truth is worth saving

My IG Farben stock options are hyperinflating

'Cause don't nobody work as hard as Jamaicans

Either you want it or it's gonna be on you

I'm like Sean, don't mix with Sun Tzu, ninja, what you wanna do?

Discussions are heavy, the grievance of many

The reasons are plenty, centered around disagreements over pennies

Of all your enemies, who would you say is more friendly if any? (Uh)

I cure the world like Dr. Sebi

[Chorus: Rakim & Ras Kass]

Here come Ra to swing the pendulum

Gun bars ring ears and put the the fear of death in 'em

Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim

Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in

Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair

Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear

This is Hell here (Rappers are in danger)

Ayo, Ras Kass, you ready? (Hell yeah)

[Verse 4: Ras Kass]

My life manifested as a thug

Water turning to blood

Frog life flies 'til every cattle covered in sores

Boils, Hell locusts

Them black owls' kill your first born when I pass over (Dead)

You get thrown overboard

Maritime law, get baptized for your sins

When my mama water broke, she dripped a gallon of hen (Hah)

Hate men, born again, I killed John Austin

I'm just wearing his skin

Razz a reptilian in a raptor

Hey, I am not human

That's why I never answer to capture (Haha)

Got more new verses than old testaments got chapters

Pity for your thoughts

And you should use it on the scratchers

Good luck Broseph

The god stepfather named Joseph

If Mary baby daddy ghosted

And never paid child support

Then who broke bread?

My every line is fentanyl to a cokehead

Complained about having no shoes

'Til I met the man with no legs

Stole his prosthetic and his pro-cads

The Sun God drink UV rays

Cause I'm committed

I meant it, I said it

I'm prophetic

Blood money

Give you a buck fifty, using up my debits

All false idols get beheaded

Thirteen, one, fourteen, alpha numeric

R.I.S. ready to set it, like snuff films on Reddit

[Chorus: Rakim & Chino XL]

Here come Ra to swing the pendulum

Gun bars ring ears and put the the fear of death in 'em

Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim

Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in

Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair

Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear

This is Hell here (Rappers are in danger)

Yo, Chino XL, you ready? (Hell yeah, Yo)

[Verse 5: Chino XL]

Rakim Allah let the beast loose (Yeah), somebody better call the paramedics

I said pair of medics, 'cause you gon' be needing at least two (Yeah)

Scribblin' written religion, head-on collision, metal airbags couldn't stop me

My word scriptures don't just burn bridges, they collapse 'em like the Francis Scott Key

Your favorite coke rapper don't wanna do it with big Chi (Ahem)

Clearly you can hear the crack in my voice like I'm going through puberty (Yeah)

Since been in plastic cassette tapes, the Puerto Rican bastard superhero without capes

I'm the reason why they invented faster rewind buttons in the first place (Yeah)

Notebooks for my rhymes are ostrich-sized, get me ostracized

I don't care how many hoodies my opp eyes, hope he buys my merch and dies (Ha)

The star and the seven, I'm the prosperous weapon that has formed against you

You better have Jon Taffer on speed dial to get your bars rescued (It's crazy)

Chino XL, but I'm every size when I'm spitting

A small medium at large like a midget psychic that just escaped outta prison (Fuck outta here)

Westbound with the alphanumeric, crowds in and out of America wanna call the cleric

You just inherited derelict genetics out of generic

Adobo spice, you can inherit, you imbecile (Yeah), you're running out of time in a tomb with turmeric

Admit it, don't be discouraged, you pathetic idiot, you are consumed with Derek (Oh)

I'm clapping at you like Tibetan rituals, driving out the evil

I'm prime and regal, I'm lethal, don't let the IQ deceive you

The haiku is brutal, sharper than the tip of a heroin needle

I'm leaving you bleeding (What), and leaning fetal, you ain't half of half of Chino

I'm putting that on everything like red and green Tapatio (It's crazy)

Even if the record skips, I'm the sickest heretic born in darkness

It's a rare shift, mind readers go insane around Chino when using their gifts

And apparently my therapist needed to be airlifted, I'm a perilous parent-less, fighting effortless

I'll more than barely beat a bear to death effortless with my bare fist

I'm bearin' gifts that are dreadful

If there was a button that wiped out humanity, I'd on purpose accidentally press it like, "What does this do?"