Lyrics:

(Golden)

Us risen visionaries been preparing

Tearing down the shrines and thrones

Impairing those in its control

Don't worry bro, we are the NWO

Declaring hope. Repairing homes

We'll teach the ropes and share the gold

Cuz we adore your soul

Been given a reason by vision

To live in this vivid Ascension

Forgiving the lack of the rhythm

Producing some wicked decisions

A breed of catalysts some ill alchemists

No rabbit tricks we know where the real magic is

And fuck your idea of love

It's way too big to fit in your brain

Do not be deceived bruh

Love does not behave

It's wildin out and breakin us

And raising up some awkward prophets

A mob of godly monsters

Moshing on religious nonsense

Squashing all these zombies

That been gnawing on your conscious

With confidence from God inside

It's just genetics son of Light

Metabolized to save your life

Solidified in us is Christ

A diamond's sight, the higher life

Solidified in us is Christ

Triple three, aight

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Fresh to death, the STEEZ capital

A triple threat, the King's radicals

We conquer monsters, ironically..

Even eating cannibals!

My rap faction's expanding

And y'all "advance" backwards like laterals

Meanwhile, we're astral traveling

Seeking, deeper down the 'rabbit hole.'

Found rebirth, our sound brings Heaven to earth

We speak in kingdom frequencies

Our words, are measured in hertz

Spreading a threatening message

Like urgent weather alerts:

Fuck a building that you've been in

Bredren, we are the church

Don't panic.. yea, i said it

Be damned if i ever regret it

Since I'm damaging the systemic

Presence in your cerebellums

Too elaborate for the average

But, think i've had it? best forget it

A chance at wreaking havoc?

And I'm emphatic, it's endemic

Look, it's the dawn of prodigies

And i guess we're honored nominees..

For plotting peace, like the fourteenth

Dalai Lama, sowing seeds

Still showing teeth, i've grown.. but won't retreat

So, on your knees.. we own these streets

No need to watch the throne cause

You should know who holds the seat

There's no relief from bold emcees:

Not golden free or sleepy jean

Both Jehovah's chosen soldiers

Nigga, meet the holy team

Got your whole block hostage

A squad of beasts we're mobbing deep

Christ's Disciples we're entitled to all His property

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