[Verse 1]
For all have sinned but I justify it like Dostoevsky
Leveraging to bring joy to the world while ending those who test me
There should be no contesting in Dallas of my status
But all the wack rappers keep talking like they're the baddest
All these liars could inspire me to make a hate record
But when there's bull you just gotta stay on for 8 seconds
Cuz the haters fade and the greatest remain
Their minds are so used to being enslaved that they stay in the cage
They stay ignorant, and in turn, I stay broke
And the intelligent that meet the prerequisite stay stoked
They're understanding where I came from
Like everybody says they do
But when the usual sh** smells, they can't stand the residue
They only wanna live like a celebrity
They say it seems heavenly
But don't put effort in longevity
And how steadily their ethic has to keep up
The bottom feeders reach up but only the strong speak up
Yeah
There's a good reason we believe we're the meanest MCs
Cuz we channel the spirits of supreme beings that be deceased
But we don't need a Jesus piece to tell y'all not to cross us
It's not love
We preach and serve ya like a church potluck
My pa**ion turns me into ashes like a fever
I'm rapturing all of my opposition like a reaper
But what I've sowed's about fifty times what my cla** is
The pa**ion defeats the backlash and now it's time to cash in, yeah
[Verse 2: Anxious P]
Where to begin with folks who just ain't acting right?
D-Hark said "Ignore em", had to retell it like a thousand times
People come through clownin', but when approached they quiet
Like they some f**ing mimes
They're trying to steal my shine
The lives we lead ain't just about the beats and rhymes
It's what we do as men, not rappers, how we're defined
I need to take the rap game, cut on the dotted line
And leave all these wack cats I don't trust behind
My sister had a son
Some dude just copped a gun
At elementary schools offing little ones
It seems the system won
But when it's said and done
Those kids are on the right hand when kingdom come
This is more than just a debate about gun control
This is finding out if America even has a soul
But we figure armed guards in our school's hallways is the f**in' answer to this deepened hole
But I'm tired of this overly sensitive sh**
Is there room on this track for me to just boast a bit?
Hark called me up, knew that I could f**in' spit
Little did he know I was feeling crazy, spastic fit