[Verse 1]

Yeah, put my ego to the side and get to business

Busy bee I’m chopping beats like David East I’m in OT

No Henessey up in the system, sippin tea is more habitual

I don’t do religion, songs are hardly dirty rituals

My ministry ironic I kill beats to preach life

Minuscule my name but be atomic is the King’s light

King’s life, I chase Christ

Reset my whole price

Now it can’t be paid, but still I make all of my playlists speaking truth in dirty industries

Survival costs salvation

No race-baiting but slavery outlasted the plantations

Evil come in different colors, Satan don’t discriminate

Kingdom cash wе stackin’ numbers, pray to God He elеvate

My flow I need a ghost I’m shaking rock like I’m Bambaataa

God the Holy Father, ear candy Willy Wonka

Oompa Loompa movin’ under you, now who done moved the title for the greatest truth outside the Bible?

I’m Malcolm

[Verse 2]

X I’m in the middle of the stress between the nations

Life and death, you practically should strap a vest when you vacation

Puerto Rico or to poorer choices, it don’t really matter

No matter where you go, the Devil tryna get your head up on a platter

Talkin’ mad and then we fall into the hate

So many trigger fingers lying round your confidence at stake

Any time you voice your thoughts, you are prohibited to state

What’s on your mind don’t really matter cuz it’s difficult to skate

Past the masters who be faster than a CDC agenda

To plaster up the social norms and force you to agendas

The masses be like sheep how they flock to different shepherds

Don’t believe in rules, like Aang, I’m gonna bend em

Bend em backwards, I’m reversing on this wack world

(Uno)

After this I might just go to Pluto

Cuz this flow is something alien

ET I punch a time sheet I might not be in charge but I make ends meet

Meet me at the crib and imma show you how I proudly live

Offa 90, never more cuz 10 percent the least I give

Do not try me, I been grinding in the lab all summer long

If I am not a better version of myself then’s something’s wrong

[Verse 3]

Master Wong I make song about the Rock (Barack), no Obama

Barack I’m bouta blow I been leadin’ (bin Laden) no Osama

POTUS I’m a lotus Rest In Peace to Dalai Lama

I’m a beast I make a statement then I end it with a comma

I ain’t never finished, yeah my hit list is unlimited

Same girls you disrespect the same girls you gettin with

This for all the whack rappers tryna make a scene

No talent but the audience is made up of machines

I can see behind the smoke screens, shout-out J. Cole

Why we killin’ all our brothers, this that Cain and Abel

Never one to stick my nose and try to meddle politics

But this generation I compose, I ain’t really rockin’ with

[Verse 4]

So imma end it here, this is nowhere near the finale but I gotta save bars for future tracks

This is just a little taste to push the casual viewers back and make you realize that I’m really not wack, now I’m really on track

No trains, I update and push through

New brain I’m insane, a big thought’s a big chew

Kinda like the bubblegum, I took an L then doubled up

Cuz it’s well known that two L’s make a W