[Verse 1]

Like an army general training soldiers to stand firm at the gates

All things come to those who wait

Freelance killer with a lifetime contract

Fall back, it’s mortal combat at any sign of verbal contact

I’m Bast reclining on alabaster

Run tracks, number one, dominating finish lines like Caster

Y’all keep racing, stuck on similes and metaphors

Figures of speech don't constitute a whole song

Ayo, rocking the underground from beneath God

I’m on and off the streets, breathing life into morgues

Cause the spirit in the rhyme's only dedicated viciousness

It’s all in the breath, how the chi transforms in your chest

What’s bred in the bone comes out in the flesh

And cowards die many times before the meet their own death

Son you can't compete if there's no contest

And this microphone check will damage any contender

[Chorus]

But some people say, yo, some people say I’m no good

Dragging these chains like a ghoul

This dead living keeps clouding my position, wishing

That I could hide from any good and bad distinction

Head-in-the-clouds thinking

But some people say, yo, some people say I’m no good

Dragging these chains like a ghoul

This dead living keeps clouding my position

And some people say I’m no good, and maybe they're right

[Verse 2]

Who else do you know got the guts to tell the devil whatever?

Call me bigga sista slash blade bearer

Armed and ready when the lines get drawn

The darkest hour's said to be before dawn, sound the bugle, it's on

Strapping lyrical for counterattacks when haters yapping

Barking dogs are never known to bite eternal voice rapping

The black Venusian, rising outta sea foam

Killing dope flows, finding sista cyphers a home

And giving life force at Luna’s command

The macho man's beef is bloodless, rappers blind to the master plan

Yugen stays on beat like metronomes

And grandiose theories fall over themselves like dominoes

Denouncing idle idols and negative aspects

Goddess history goes way back like Aztecs

But the weight of knowledge shatters domes

And send droves that work like bees, my droning fleets will bury fools in catacombs

[Chorus]

But some people say, yo, some people say I’m no good

Dragging these chains like a ghoul

This dead living keeps clouding my position, wishing

That I could hide from any good and bad distinction

Head-in-the-clouds thinking

But some people say, yo, some people say I’m no good

Dragging these chains like a ghoul

This dead living keeps clouding my position

And some people say I’m no good, and maybe they're right