[Verse 1] Y'all are Simba in Adidas suits Mike Keaton my flows into Betelgeuse Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, like the third day East Coast Savior, Christ of the wordplay The absurd say I ain't got it Delivery is emagic, I paint logic Straighten out biters, my orthodontics Are like high order water for the pontiffs What you hearing is the spirit exposed My reflection is a mirror to foes Dom Cobb on my job, gimme your dream Project fear on your video screens And your life is on lean, its so dark I'm Morgan absorbed in a bit of Joe Clark What I impart is a long lost art Of getting back to heart, where the songs all start [Hook] Writing things that you never really lived, just to get a car and a crib What you missing is heart Around the world they might think you a God, in your mind you know you ain't hard What you missing is heart Running with k**ers so that you can build status, succumbing to all of the madness What you missing is heart Or maybe when you alone in your mansion's room, you realize that this just ain't you What you missing is heart [Verse 2] Red pill with the trill, I'm Tellus' Neo They ain't feel it, but they can still tell that its frio Ill is Captain EO, 86ing emcees Birth of a laureate, every verse is a degree Nobel, my warfare is lobal Streamed through a Roku til the outcome's chernobyl That's apropos when the illest is McGillis Top gunning mavericks til they frying on my sk**et Grinding up the millets, onsub of these serial Sacrifices putting your geigers on stereo My techtonics bury you beneath the surface Then fertilizes til my genius emerges Heating the beaker with bunsens, these dunces Are walking crosshairs with a flair for being hunted Stunted, your war stories never nourished me Cause in my denomination, grammatics are currency [Hook]