Let me explain this out the gate, my game is out to break
The brainless out to hate, my plane is outer space
I’m the unreachable star
C.Wallace re-invented when my method’s ‘unbelievable’ bars
Way quicker, I aint Biggie, I’m thinner, slimmer
Dreadlock Slimmm’s a winner with force of cyclones and twisters
Physical inside of me, lyrical variety
Angel in the outfield of pitiful societies
Sit for your sobriety with masterpieces in mass releases
Smash your thesis with slangs elitist
No hash or reefers when I earn stripes like your last Adidas
Bang with genius and hang the weakest
Candid speeches screaming ‘take a stance with Jesus’
That’s no secret, my faith’s a tad behemoth
My life’s a song and Christ is a classic feature
More than Nas on that 'Main Source' to crack your speakers
Grab believers at a drastic pace
While Satan’s turned into a basket case trying to snatch my faith
Demoralize him with a graphic taste
Setting a tone, disciple in a zone, I’m a classic case
Sex, money, murder, not interested
I rather bring the Word bruh, God witnessed it
I know you think I’m rather braggadocious, Yeah I’m braggadocious
About the God I serve, Word? You haven’t noticed?
The poet focused over tracks ferocious
Work the corners more than roaches to smack the locusts
Eating showbiz and most kids with thug over dosage
Dre was the closest thing to being this ‘xxplosive’ (explosive)
Y’all know my sessions are fiery
With beliefs that’s a threat to society
Cause what I say is never passive
My vision’s in flight, this ‘top gun’ needs Aviator glasses

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I'm a take it back to top billin’
Only right cause Jesus Christ has entered the buildin’
And you can call it Bryant’s theme
The way I’m hittin’ these streets, it’s like a riot scene
Jesus Christ has entered the buildin’ (x4) AD LIB: And when we come through (x2)

I spit rhymes real desperate against the bid
That’s wanting my censorship, stressing it
Hardcore? No question kid
They fear the flow I bring the code of ethics with
It’s why they say I’m cocky in the skin of my own
While you’re desperate for the killers in prison to clone
If you see me on top of rap’s dominion alone
Cause I sought the Most High and left religion alone
Sought that train of thought more than tourists at Penn station
Flowing harder than faucets or menstruation
Cause it’s that time of the month for rhymin’ so blunt
You inhale my thoughts, call it a crime if you want
Cause I should be charged with illegal gun possession
Shootin’ up the charts and your veins with every session
Now you’re addicts ‘cause what I verbalize is ‘crack’
Called the Gospel, I trafficked when you internalized the rap
My words they ride the track more than jockeys on a race horse
What I demonstrate as I celebrate a great loss
Salute to Bryant, I miss your code of ethics
Your life was God’s movie, it’s time I wrote the credits
And God spoke the edits as I bring these verses back
You heard it last and was like ‘You murdered that’
‘For certain Black?’ You were like ‘Never quit…
Or else I’ll kill you!’ ‘Thank God, I never did!!!’

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