[Verse 1]

You know you really ain't shit

I hope you noticed

You claim you can spit

But your loogies unfocused

You are incompetent

I am omnipotent

You dream in plains

Unrelated to your existence

Your presence is useless

Ask for forgiveness

What is real

A better question is what isn't

What a crazy thing to dream is this what Dr. King envisioned

Wait let's step back who's to say it's a dream

What is a dream

A thing seeping from the seems of your cranium's crevices

Pushing realities to their extremes

Or better yet the reality hidden beyond your iris filled with flooded hamlets

And Black Panther pamphlets

Where humans aren't prevalent