Yo, the ice on my neck don't even matter. When it's all said and done, I'm to cold for 'em. Your fashion and showmanship is overrated. Got the stacks in my backpack outdated. All eyes on me, don't won't attention. Put your mind on YAH He's our redemption. Got your man on 10, I'm all the way up. Empire strikes back, salute, ten-hut! Got the devil and my haters trying to holla at me, but the man in the sky keep fathering me. No weapon that is formed, can't come against me. I'm coming with the storm, who coming with me? Got a army of Angels, my ride or die. Got me singing in the choir bout the by and by. That old time religion, lift your hands high. Demons fear, and with shock, falling from the sky.