Zach is like the cat to fight to grab the mic At the cypher night and rap it right Cats that bite got loose screws, dude They're half as tight so I smack the mic Out their hand and I pack the pipe I didn't bring a Bic bruh, better pa** a light Let's get high Yo, I wanna rap tonight! And slap me five if that was tight I take aim at tracks, I'm the sniper to beat The Huf shoes on my feet keep my cipher complete I write rhymes in my room with rap on repeat And get your hands up like a cab on the street I drop jaws Better call Fifty's physician You'll never pull my card like a sh**ty magician Studied and rejected sixty religions Cuz all of em brought with some shifty traditions Plus Popes throughout the past have made some iffy decisions Like supporting Nazis, you with me? Then listen I worship hip-hop But a messiah been missing So I grabbed a mic and Jesus Chrysler quickly was christened He is risen You can't see me like the Holy Ghost I burn the kush and Corinthians, holy smokes Yo Raise the bar, I propose a toast To my dream of doing damage from coast to coast