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Raise up ya glasses

Lets toast to whoever’s brave enough to throw this in the face of the masses

Has the wave past yet?

I ain’t tryna be y’all Cassius…

You know??? The greatest but brace for semantics

To he who’s important like the Pope

I’m Constantine establishing Catholicism & changing the Sabbath

If Rap’s the Vatican

I ain’t no Seventh-day Adventist

I just know Satan’s tactics are blatant and Fascist

Is there a moral code written. that’s unforced?

Fuck all religions

Pardon this y’all all unwitted

Y’all real as stones that created the Mormonism pages

I’ve morphed into Morpheus' pick the Oracle gave him

'Pac from heaven is running this rap shit

Hova’s Jewish investors are running this rap shit

T.D.E is running this rap shit

Their brother dropped the bait, all these rappers done grabbed it

Snap! Bit! Look how these acts fish for a casting

A song drops, next minute it’s considered a classic

I missed my homie Budden, I’m glad he released that track

And kicked that thick model right off his mattress

Hit the booth

Now it’s only right we going at this

The fans now wanna hear bars so why be passive?

This is a bomb Flex won’t drop, I KILLED this mic

But I ain’t out taking flicks in a kilt for hype!

It took a Compton Kid to call himself the King for heads to sense the heat

Before that, New York was asleep while rocking to French’s beats

I’mma address this, my legacy ain’t defined by this though

I acknowledge this, but here I’ll play a prominent role

On the road to riches, that’s word to the bullets that took Biggie

My city’s non-believers, just seen a memento mori

Look at’em yell & scream trying to outshine my glory

WHAT?

I can’t hear you brother, Trayvon’s side of the story

Everybody see what they just wanna see. yeah

People only want the truth that they just wanna hear. yuh

Call me out and we battling pronto

I’ll be at King of the Dot with Drake, «5AM In Toronto»

I like when homie said everything’s Drake featuring Drake

But all I’m hearing these days is Fake featuring Fake

All their artwork be looking like Shake featuring Shake

When I body a beat, that leads to great featuring hate

WAIT!

I got a legion to take the keys to this gate

The way I’m beasting, Nas-mode when he made «Ether» for Jay

Bless is seasoned while teethin', his mentors would feed him a steak

A heathen, I’m Caesar the Great, without the features that’s gay

My team’s this game’s Cesar Gracie

Flicking off this whole scene and we ain’t caring what they saying

Aye… My tracks go like a chase from «Taken,» I’m Liam

Trust me, blogs see’em even before I CC: 'em

I’m CC Sabathia, two-seam, I’m past ya

Genetically modified, my dreams of greener pasture

Too slow to grasp it?

A greener pasture, shit, genetically mod

Man, that just means I’m growing faster

No diss, but if Cole World or Fab spit

My best rhyme, the whole world’ll tilt off its axis

So just picture if Kendrick went and spat this

Some kids’ll collapse, Twitter would crash quick

The Internet’ll lag, while a massive asteroid’ll land

Hit here and leave more than half of this damn planet. famished

This is no exaggeration, just imagination with facts

I’m strapped and aiming at the Masons 'til I’m famous off rap

Matter fact, fuck being famous

All I need in life’s my pad, a pad

A few stacks to get around

A nice device, to lay tracks. down

And a lil bad bitch whose ass stands out like the class clown

Hard knock school grad, peep my cap, gown

My stats, 0 back downs

Oh, that next one’s a 'O' not a zero

For the circles I rap, 'round these drowned cats

They washed up should be on Eastbound & Down

I’m the beast around this town, you know me

I hung with Slaughter, before I even found the peak to my sound

Now, the reason I astound. peeps with my style

Peep, they know with these bars that none should even reach for my crown

SHEESH!

I got this game in an Iron Sheik

Camel Clutch, give up.

Or haters keep ya chin up

Went from only eating Ritz for dinner, to dinner at the Ritz

That line is ehh

But point is I’m winning with this shit

I am Big Pun, Eminem & Biggie when I spit

On a bit of Ritalin mixed with the pill from Limitless

I’m Chino without the pecks, Nas when he had the chip

Kanye with the backpack, G. Rap without the lisp

I’m 2Pacalypse, but not for the populous

A Metropolis product, I’ll chop every chart-topper to be modest

Hotter than hell is, I’m bout it, liver than any who’s poppin'

You talkin' rhyming? Switch the topic- Bring up whatever:

Plaques, their pockets, their wallets

It’s fact, so stop it, I’m inspired by knowledge

Honestly, this is prophecy jotted subconsciously-guided

I just provide light to sightless minorities

Write insight, a modern day Nastradamus & Socrates

I am in flight

The Wright Brothers, minus the bike

Defining new heights

While others with hype, are flying a kite

But I ain’t alike

I’m raw, lion-like with a Tiger’s stripes

That get defined the more I rhyme on the mic

I am Goliath

Dhalsim’s, fire spit, Guile’s kick

I am twice times the hit, of the finest piff

I am every rap grimy 90's hit

NO!

I am something prior, I’m the 49ers right before the 90's hit

Sire, Messiah type

Achoo! Bless you

I chew through comp while I Hoodoo-hex dudes

I do what I choose, my rules, chess moves

Mind you, I fight with my own mind- I’m Deadpool

My crew is next: Nino, 'Batta, Ness too

Haters? Hakuna Matata, we don’t stress fools

Screw the Drama

I’m a, super Chupacabra

With a rude persona

Shut Up! I would boo Obama

I feud with karma

I’m gonna, get a huge house with a view for momma

& a room with a sauna

I should own a Jet, son

This future rhymer’s stuck here

But my era’s somewhere between The Jetsons & Futurama

I am proven, I’m a movement with honor

I am cruel, I’m the ruler, I am Luke & the father

You are truly misguided, I’m the fuse & igniter

You’re a fool if you doubt it, you’re a tool I’m MacGyver

I don’t lose, I am Shield you are Hydra

I am Seal Team 6 on Osama, I’m a rider

I’m a lot of shit, a moderate, but folks can’t define him

Homie I am on a conscious tip, but I am so un-Common

I am Kim Jong Un bombin' a nuke

Boosted & compounded with a comet, I’m a tyrant, I am Zeus

I’m that will and that feeling of surviving

When the odds were for you dying

I’m defiant, I’m religion, I am science

I am driven, I am grinding, I am grounded, I have risen…

I’m the sound of malnutrition & the cries of dying children

I’m the proudest victim. in this toxic tired system

I’m the clock thats ticking down to ya expired existence

LIFE!

We’re all boxed-in and trying to get, outside

And when I win I’ll salvage it, with honor

In the name of Rakim I am locked in, I got this shit

Hak-Spit!

This here’s proof the Loch Ness is not a myth

Never off guard!

Ya always ready when ya polished!

There’s no need to turn a switch here like I’m Amish!

A product, walkin' the fine line between divine

And a psychotic mind you’d think DMT’s in my chronic!

Demonic?

NO!