Released on September 7, 2017

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[Verse 1: Recognize Ali]

I'll slice your homie for the bread, dough

Express, ho, take what's yours, bitch, I'm Ernesto

'Che' Guevara, guerrilla, my killers, they expose

Vets pose, I'm froze like an expo

Done wreck hoes, your death slow

They aim high, make sure you get your head low

The TEC blow, two in your dome, one in your neckbone

Your herringbone, fine leather Kangol, peep the dress code

Fresh cloak, walkin' on jewels 'til my legs froze

El Nino, true god lingo, word to Plinko

Sleep with a fine ass shawty, I'm never single

Top sicko, dead or alive, bitch, I'm in yo

Blow endo in the two-door Benzo with a nympho

She snort kilos, the slim ho think I'm Latino

She from Reno, an emo, beneath the sheets she call me Deebo

I be givin' these bitches hell like I'm Limbo

While you be givin' them head like Ochocinco


[Verse 2: Eloh Kush]

Power equal, Allah see everything

To keep it very simple, towards The Devil my metal ring

If I'm murked in a bang-out then bury me in the Valley of Kings

Sing a sacred song and I rise from the sands

Like the ghost of the Tuts, yeah, you keep it G

But the G where I'm from don't stand for gangster, it stand for godly

That's word to the pot smoke in the left lung of Bob Marley

When a man love Allah, I'm usually with my Brother Supreme

My peach-colored Wallabees crush everything on the scene

The Eloh in my title is abbreviation for Elohim, Eloh him

Every concentration with the mind, I make metal bend

James Baldwin poems, I'm purchasin' new chrome

For martial law in Babylon runnin' up in my home

I'm just a Seraphim poet strivin' to keep the Allah

In the cipher with the Sevens still talkin' law with the Mossberg


[Verse 3: Daniel Son]

Live like an old king, God with the seven wives

You waitin' like you plannin' all your moves for your second lives

On sight when I specialize, forget the odds

Back against the ropes like Ali when I recognize

Headstand before the sirens begin

Open my hand, let two doves fly in the wind

I'm tryin' to win, I'm not tryin' to sin, it's just necessary

Whisper in your girl's ear, she get the message clearly

All or most, still ride the melody like snake charmers

Rats can never outrun the karma, break the armor

Catch a fade, pay the barber, this North Carolina Vince Carter

South Africa to Ghana, blunt force trauma, we tryin' to get the commas

Need a lot for the jacuzzi and the sauna

My girl can do the flip, Ronda

One hand break the grip, they try to poison my drink, I'm still taking sips