(Verse 1 Ink Heart): Am facing this hatred from the Satanists
Only those adjacent to my rage could relate to this
Swore it had me in disbelief like am a atheist
Hip hop gave me the keys, the complication is my compilation fits so am calm, you shake to bits
Have a banana clip in your mouth tho am the ape in this
The real is back stop acting like it ain't been missed
Or angry fists will have you leaking the essence of fruit, a mango split
Hold me back some, where am from u gotta grind coz you can't only rap, son
Kuchezesa mula but if you owe me stack, funds
Better come wit it am a thrilling k**er call me Jackson
Step back in amazement, am what's crackalacking baby i just happen to blaze it
Gin n jacket occasion while i capture more patience than a war in hospitals
Raw concoction, bro, flippin of course he got it all
Dipped it in sauce n Molotovs, its a gift from the Lord how I've evolved in music. Chics just go soft when am involved
And well that's for long call me el capitan, still on my grizzly grind till i smell filetmignot
Life is a deadly beach coz of shells n the arms
To hell wit the charm, what's a prince to a peasant
Blessed with the verses, a gift to a reverend
Type of sh** to turn Ink to a legend, you ain't got the throne, you can't sit with the breden
I be blowin all this cloud that's my lift into heaven
Ain't lifting a weapon though i rip them in seconds
They against me coz am different on records
(Hook Ink Heart): i jus won't let you win the moment which in I capture
Mene ndiyimbila girls just want me to sing and rap bru
Might sound foreign n ting but jus pour me a drink mpaka thapsya
Swift as swords when i swing me a cordless and bring disaster
(Verse 2 Ink Heart): hater b-nez wait a minute coz i don't have time for irrelevant sh**
Veteran tip with no cheddar in check, outta place like all my melanin is pink
She was enthused to get in the nude, left with her brain i beheaded the chic
Heavenly sent how i meddle with pens, you as heavy as Ink? I don't remember it. When?!
Sick as mucky mucus, touching cougars, chucking truth up, rushing tooter on rusty shooter that wanna prosecute us
Life is a b**h, she left me ahead like she got a Oxford tutor
Man I'll burn down your booth and that's a dare to hot producers
You want beef? M'bwele m'ma 2, Pano ndagwila chibele cha ndu
With Helena nude sindingamvele zimene mwandiuza, one hell of a douche
The spelling of rude, telling the youth they better recruit coz am sick and medicine-proof
Might have been wack but then i improved, light up the hash, whatever...its cool
Am sick n tired of freaking liars, lost my grip at times wished I'd die, now thankin God for the gift of life
So all the recipes for the d**h of me rest in peace
Endlessly, much love to those reppin me, i wrecked the beat