[Intro: K.A.A.N.]
Eh, uh-huh, Lawd
Hah, eh, f** with it
Eh
Knowledge x5
n***a, Lawd
Huh
[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.]
Bow down to the mothaf**in' king
n***a this the resurrection of the god
Oh lawd
They don't want me for my slumber
Wonder where the f** I've been
Said I am working
But I gotta go hard to the slaughter
You martyrs
I'm honest
I gotta keep it modest
And I'ma make a solitary promise
That I will soon abolish
The influx
Of concentrated maniacal diabolical ignorance
Integrated with the impotence that I've been seeing on the daily
Pursuing the pa**ion by putting the pen to the paper
I punish with thousands of punches
I pumble with percussion
The prominence of my dominance
Product of my environment
My mind is sharper than a guillotine
And what I mean is that you probably couldn't handle it
By hyperventilating and then panicking
With a couple pack of policies
People left to decay
And it's safe to say I'm insane
Cause I can see the soul I threw away
I knew that i was special when they said I was nothing
It's whatever
I'ma get it on my own
I'm all alone
And I am focused on the task at hand
A mastermind to make the plan
With tools set to ma**acre
With fans and flows to understand
I'm lyrically impervious
You n***as ain't impressing me
Apparently I suffocate the sound until it cease to breathe
Insensibly
Aggressively
I'm at a higher pedigree
The word play sicker than a pedophilic memory
For all of the n***as that played in the game
That wanted a change
But never attained
I'm giving you vain
I bring you relayed[?]
It's all for the love
When n***as are fake
It's preordained that I will be a statistic
The difference is I'm dominant
You could see my potential
Perpetuating my problems
I point'em out with the pencil
Depicting a sicker image
By putting life in the sentence
I told her we're false repentance
I'm blending with the sentence
Reflecting on circumstances
The canvas is getting dimmer
God damn, God damn
Where the f** this n***a coming from
He's encompa**ing of the truth
Everybody wanna prove
To identify
See if it was identical
The attributes and accolades evade it with the principle
The simple seem to think that the only method to madness
Is making a mediocre reminiscule
Now you gotta hear
The [?]
I'm Shaq inside the post
I bet I block a b**h
And you proceed with caution
You're nauseous counting your losses
I'm in a funny predicament
Politic in my purpose
I notice that negativity
Minimizes my worth
And I'm searching inside the verse of the source of the soft cynical said impairing the pardon
Regardless it was subliminal
Give a seminal reason
But [?] will leave you leaking
But never really believe
[I'll try and finish this by next week]