[verse 1: XyZ]
Whats a soul to a vulture? control the culture?
We make the rules, f** making news ,making moves toward the moon i'm spaced out, my mind alright, pa** the spliff nasa sh** ,see i'm high off flights,sippin that martin luther,activist rapping the advocate of the ape squad, fresh to d**h ain't no question dressing in grave yards ,hyping these n***as up like they paid y'all ,doing d**, pushin keys,eyes closed , i'm ray charles,modeslty embracing my oddity ,got to be fly to be as high as me, these n***as claim they villains , i show no love,draw some blood and paint the ceiling , hotter than Miami winters ,sinning for an honest living ,i dont need you phony fakes, barbed wire wrapped around the holy gates, so if i die before i wake, i pray i live in outter space ,the realest n***a in the room i feel so out of place, no eviction,reminiscent of my after living,suicidal tendencies ,this a d**h note gotta be yagami taking L'S , there's power in these pages ,turn you to an evil god,raising hell like a satin seance ,the fear tucked inside the Marley,wrapped, i'ma face it, i'm out this world my n***a welcome to the matrix ,good grief you could've did better , see i can take you higher no peer pressure, i know some real n***as in the vile,raising steel, like magneto captain slave a hoe i ain't really for the saving sh**, these n***as ain't f**ing with the GOD see i guess they all atheist