If you scared say you scared go to church NICCA
Arm-wrestling lucifer for the earth NICCA
Ezzie Bizzle the Sage I'm spittin' fire turning speakers to slaves
And stuffing demons in the dirt NICCA,

24 and gotta heart full ruckus
Chicken George neva pluck us
Yeah you fuckin' wit the dream team,

Young black Nat Turner in a era when
When the people fixated on fast cars and big figgas
Believe the man gotta plan peep game cousin,
Set the game on fire I'm the flame cousin,

Things'll never be the same that's my aim cousin,
I'm shakin' shackles from your hands and your brains cousin,
Cracking atoms wit the knowledge I'm acquiring,
Fuck the the LAWS OF GRAVITY I'm defying em'

Flying high in the sky wit Orion and nem
Dippin' in the big dipper, yup, GONE

(Cuts and Breaks)


Verse Two

The stars align for you today, now thats a horoscope
Got a father had a son where's the holy ghost,
Caught the spirit yeah, I don't mean to holy boast
Said my prayers for breakfast eatin' holy toast

Got say it man the truth is outdated
Need a unified nation man FUCK reparations,
Think it's funny well FUCK you dunny
While you hustle for the weight we hustle for the education,

Everybody gotta beat they own path
Build a scope like Curruthers
And find moons and craters, nah

We gotta do what we gotta to get the bread up,
Tryna talk my head up,
And gas me like my jewish fam

And I don't know about you
But dawg I'm fed up,
I'm tryna hold my head up
while belzeebub rules the land,

It's kinda hard to fight depression and the competition
When your local grand dragon's now a politician

(Cuts and Breaks)


Verse Three

I got this Rap-shit it's buried in my fuckin' core
You a newbie bitch and I'm a fuckin' dinosaur
Cause I see more than fast cars and fast whores
I'm talkin' signs and co-signs and metaphors

I'm talkin' watchin' the world's laxed reaction
When Japan's nuclear reactors started reactin'
I'm talkin' all the shitty preachers in the pulpit
Make a building fund just to rock the new shit

Tellin' people yeah pay ya tithes go to heaven
And don't forget to burn Korans it's for 9-11

I'm talkin' bout the fuckin' light that they sit us in
The fit to fight, the young black citizen
They only satisfied to crackheads we willin' em
Strappin' brothers in the hot chair killin' em

(Cuts and Breaks)