i eat through this beat i give defeat to you and your crew i convert with the lord like Habakkuk dear sweet Yahweh gave me intelligence i spit pesticides to kill pestilence with the lord anger march behind my rhymes i strangled the monster before my prime i was and is beyond my time i turn your sarah monies into cemeterys the cross of this body i carry bare witness to those who pose a say your lord will do nothing ok do you broddy the terrible day is coming keep your bags i dont want to afford it im not lost behind mans bullshit im hipped to the game the number one lame living amazing experience the space seen the sun and moon stood still while the lord work through me blessed anointed skillz i dont need no cup 211 is enough for me to feel just because your song is cycling through the waves dont make you real i smoke a j in the heat or the colelol staying meek without a mill is real never sell my soul