Verse 1

Meanwhile back at the ranch, a tatted heart upon the left thigh, 

mack and the branch, the designation

Just above the script Doctor True Love  equipped thus the naming

Proclaiming the feast of legislation 

Justice worn on the shoulders, lay the fabric, 

tailor-made sailor type discussion and threat 

Bold Nevadian born for the colder play, the Maverick, 

a certain bet on all black in russian roulette, I'm the bullet

Blue garments are due darts and armaments, 

stashing for the The Royal transaction to pawns 

The King checking your mate on the Ash block 

with charm and hints of tenderizing Pendergrass all over your lawns

It's my move, I'm playing both sides of the board, 

time sensitive swaying boat rides of The Lord

Smoother tough upstream and a down stroke to prove 

her disloyalty to you's my royalty and sword

Chorus

*talking*

Verse 2

Blazing tandem, Mr. Due Fire and Ash, 

orange and black, storming crew, choir, and cash, 

sing my praises, The Most High  benefits and raises, 

call calamity with the reign of all-amazes, 

striking umbrellas and psychicing dumb fellas out their nakedness,

their women in rare linen in  shaking bliss, 

son the uncovered daughters as knew waters splashing 

me in true fashion, having one of em taping this 

My Nas-ty will make Nestea taste like sewer water 

the sweetest approach of player-coach

inappropriate relations, the chase: pursue a slaughter, 

the ready to do-it father will bother ya alma mater 

Schools in session for the fools [who's] due a threshing, 

I ain't holding back, # I found the grade that I own 

with distinguishing academics interact in gold and black 

skin connection lust-sin affection

My stabbing will make the Ancient abacus change the math 

and history take a fucking backseat to mystery

finger on the trigger a truly divine nigga 

Don't figure what it is, it's based on what is to me

Meanwhile back at the ranch, a tatted heart upon the left thigh, mack and the branch and revelation 

Written in red as The Word on what's blurred and ignored, see me leading a herd for preservation 

Verse 1

I made a broken red basket a token, ask if

Phasin' can happen to amazing, soak in

Their ways and attacks and provoking, 

mask and the wardrobe, task and the foretold abasing 

Ready for the laws and the ladder, the falls and the flatter, 

the calls of abuse, and the chatter, 

the shattering excuse, and the matter of the madness 

and glad this ain't happening for real [what's the deal then?]

Well some of them are actors, the others non-factors 

and props or animated blurs in the backdrops

stage hands and assistants or fog in the distance,

a dog can't recall when it pissed, hence 

I ain't falling for the faithless lifts of the leg

or in a bitch case striking a squat

Cause all are shitfaced when it shifts to a beg

It's prophetic Messiah medical like it or not

Finna shock the diabetic, and betting on who dies 

my diets a sweet deal, squeal I'm the cheat meal... 

prep, [the] double beef relief, and the re-veal, 

the bet you can't only eat one and the reseal, swept, 

the bag em and let the hearse drag em... first... 

death better than breath, curse better than blessed 

rest and prepare for the worst of labor, 

a fan catching heat from the neighbor 

Bran don't mind how thine heifer

Brought shame, playing with my government name

I'm the Rock for your wiles and your document files 

and put bad motherfucker as some of them claim with 

More on the next testament to attest on their assessment 

sex the return on investment with interest, forthing inches,

pressing the force on the patio porch and the trenches 

Left The Moore & Son Law firm defenseless, 

smoke coming out of the vents I mean nostrils

When the fox given trim to the ox added grim 

to their mocks and all their false gospels

[And] your sister's gonna be mad at you

But somehow you knew dat, bum, now you' tweaking 

This son arrives of speak no surprises

And Everyday of the week her strength is my weak end... freak

... and the way that I do

I'm Adam in her Eve stay-elated bayou 

What you thought degraded, upgraded my crew 

when my lady slide through from 80-5-2

[I'm just sayin’]

And Bran don't mind how thine heifer brought shame

Verse 1

Greene's Law, of Pea, Hunter, Money, and Teal, 

Giving you game like 50 to keep it a buck, 

For the bread and the greedy ThreadNeedle appeal, 

of the "Sow in the field of Kingdom," reaping the fuck

The economy free autonomy sweep and the frame 

on a dust cloud they saw it all clear in the dark

She the Honor me, the monogram, peeping The Name, 

for a bust down to keep it wet fearing the shark (what's the deal)

The sale of this relationship for the doc

requires patience that's adding more weight (that's heavy)

The burden of proof you can avoid in

No way in heaven or scale for fat Sebi

Order and rank is established with stabbing 

at the abdomens had in the mad of Brad Lethal

Settled disputes of recruits who show their glad to 

know they'll get it equal at the first and sequels

Chorus

See, the efforts of the dark dimes harking to Greene,

The Forever Several diamonds stirring the pools

With a plethora of game plays true to the King, 

as an aim to proclaim you aint deferring the rule

Verse 2

They fled...the regulatory story told by the  governments, 

shoving them papers to my shredder, from the guilt 

made a quilted cloak of broke covenants,
and issued new letters with my semen at the header

That's better reassure the general public 

of my private interpretation of compliance

pursuant to answering the wonder why sell it, 

ask the zealots that majored in political science

I'm Formidable, synonym for unfuckwitable, 

a made up term for discernment made critical

Achieving what even opposers deem clever

Thus never refer to women who paid [as] pitiful

Uphold the privilege, analogous to cold salad 

it's worth addressin it so let us assume, 

there's a shortage in the area, I'm sending a host

to ensure a bare and minimum of two in the room

Chorus

See, the efforts of the dark dimes harking to Greene,

The Forever Several diamonds stirring the pools

With a plethora of game plays true to the King,

as an aim to proclaim you aint deferring the rule

Verse 3

A convocation is a provocation to 

obnoxious patrons that couldn't attend 

It's a matter of protocol, that's not called for them 

to promote some other punk bitch for you to befriend

World changes with girls ranging from ripe to fine wine 

pouring / in a glass I can sip from with 

exclusivity sexing activity / running checks 

and balances packed for the trip

The structure of a solid array of jurisdiction, 

slick oiling me down to ensure it's friction-less

So when they're trafficking their African addiction,

consider em volun-tarily under arrest 

For the wake up, the propositions of stop and frisk em, 

the shake up, opulence of me dropping wisdom, 

a break up of marriages, and loyal disparaging, 

building a new regime by smearing of their makeup 

Chorus

See, the efforts of the dark dimes harking to Greene, 

The Forever Several diamonds stirring the pools

With a plethora of game plays true to the King, 

as an aim to proclaim you aint deferring the rule

Of the Sun of the darkening them in the park 

when covered with offense at a feeling parade 

When I'm made with a heart of a blade and a tarp to 

sharpen my colored pencils revealing the shade of Greene's Law

Verse 1

The spark of marksman’s an intentional art like throwing darts

With principles and parts to be regarded

regardless of the claim or the status and the fame for a sharp game the aim ain't always the intended target nor

are the bets set by either ones position

Listen the effects could be dire before the fire

And the rehire of the human resources is often beset and met with a threat of unseen forces

Not plush green courses

Although even those can appear clear in the rear view or the foresight

Plus The porch light aint being lit at every home Ill give you this one Im talkin bout the wisdom in the dome 

The dedicated know that the flow is predicated on the constant and the intimate reviewing of Yeshua

And through a series of developmental processes the reach is obtained only by the true pursuer of truth

So that alone can reduce the interest

And the persecution brings it even lower

Did I mention that a mile is measured out in inches

And if I miss it then I gotta start over 

The journey of this judge in conjunction with the holy nudge is in a combination with a lyrical word play

While some will critique me as a freak and an abomination

My denomination is whatever The Words Say 

rightly divided and multiplied, in full power,

Supreme authority, by continual prayer

Approaching the throne of The Most High with boldness

Pretty awesome for a fucking rhyme slayer huh 

The power and the protocols weapon

is checking every bid like youre protecting your kid so watch it!

Don't ever tell me how to be a prophet

Shit I got this.... they' tryna educate me

Verse 2

The flame of maturity and true game is purity of counsel 

the fountain of His pour and you measuring 

amounts of the judgments and pleasuring, 

the building and the weathering, to sweeping or the keeping of accounts

Recognize the exercising of authority, comes with the extreme deliveries of caution to proceed with tackling to no-need engagements can lead one to sleep deprivation and exhaustion

#therefore pay attention and prepare more prayers as the hope who's faired to ready Goshen, strengthen what's often weak so you can Hear Him speak to say "Okay now entertain every notion"

And that's when the waters of deep flow in falling sleep, unto a priesthood of dreams in the prophetic, aesthetic intervening distinguishing between what is wisdom or sitting in the seam of the ascetic [16]

The made out and carried on traditions and positions that they weigh out as heavier but closer to the flesh, demanding of a falsifying hand in the cross denying handling the keeping of the carcasses afresh

The riptide is speaking to the living on the flipside concurrent with the sea that only the def can hear

The therefore antithesis and rare form,

The heir and ex-hail to make a staff of the knew breath appear [Pressure]

to a designated jeer as an oppressor, but bossing up a liberty to make day seem as evening, and Deepening when weaving through the word as mere ingredients and squeezing mystic reason as the seasoning

[Watch] The show of an apostle , when roamin' just as hostile and strict as when the Gospel was first heard

Yah sent the second letter, to tell

Any heterosexual male who thinks fuck is "curse" word

I digress, the divine rest I digest and birth and I've tested worst but still

It makes it real tough to explain me

whose trained with the sword, at the core grace, immersed in skill, and it fits

The mystery and revelation beheld's

The second and the fifth letter easily spelled

So watch it, don't you ever say you never met a prophet

[You may not like Him but that's irrelevant]

Verse 1

I'm too cool to call frigid snowball or rigid

hyper with an icier protocol for Bridget

And Evelyn prefers the weather made for furs and galoshes, digit set cold for washes

Spin cycle, for and A and A I've been Michael, archangel Jordan river disciple 

Dipping em down for the bright quite insightful

Your trife can't stifle your wife blowing my rifle 

Clout and devout in doubting Thomas Edison

Not over the counter, under cover medicine

Aggressive with requesting that Gretta had better let us in

Or Marjorie is charging iniquity instead of sin

Taking names and relieving of shames 

Showed a King with a coat of open arms to hold you

dropping a monopoly believing the games that they sold you, Beverly, or cleverly told you

Chorus

The fool let down the guard to his shame

The wiser know to full prep their posture

#truth sets a rule of quit claim 

your lies lost depth and it cost ya [everything]

Verse 2

..... big tits but not ditsy 

A little wiggle room if she jiggling behind 

when I'm sizing up the measure of pleasure in what fits me, 

combination ghetto fab and kinda ritzy 

Grinding the bitsy, crushed down to powder 

Cheesing for fun a tease of none grater 

when speakers blow I'm tweaking to freak em a little louder 

So more of em can hear and now instead of later

Heavy weighter, serving a pound and hosting 

a full-course spread of legs and dinner roasting [but] 

jokes in the form of begs and then a toasting, 

I told you this how I'm bread but never loafing

But I still rise for the dough with a leaven, 

one on ten, and add seven, 

and make sure the thighs are thick to supply the dick 

a slick slider picked ripe from Heaven 

Chorus

The fool let down the guard to his shame

The wiser know to full prep their posture

#truth sets a rule of quit claim 

your lies lost depth and it cost ya [everything]

Verse 1

Simply put I'm a Bentley, in all 

black interior... motive and illegally tented, 

and you women should prepare when you rent me, 

insured with the best bang for doe when she's regally dented, 

For each stroke I shoulda repented/ but you know 

the BE! never leads a following or frontin' beyond brave 

And considering her back, she bent it, with a maximum concave 

response save that of a bondslave, ponder... 

my means to clarify the terms and the 

conditions with a firm rendition of the bomb 

and the combination tariff and terrify deserves submission, 

the reserves and pension on the verify

Luxury model complete with the elite 

pack-age and treat, max heat added to seats, 

In the cushions, the grind kinds better for the pushing 

and that... matters to He who batters the beats [That's Me!]

Chorus

Rap to this, the resolve and we gotta get

Back to this, the involve of a scholar and an 

activist with a cause, when they wanna call it 

sacrilege while it's black religion in corn

Verse 2

She The first lady with hot side piece for preacher 

the reach over, the best Jane gave Collogero

And who riding? True guy providing 

the needle and thread for the "muhfucka I told you so" 

or crochet, the hoe say He dig it

Shoveling Nicole while keeping her whole/ 

that's a player of the fixxed game power to rig it

As a truck load, took the fuck road and the toll

Gotta give me a pass when its obvious a 

prophetess gives the gift of sniff her eucalyptus, 

whiff I'm just the planted, rooted Bir who ranted 

the hardest getting off that's with the proof or witness with

the hand up and the swear to tell The Truth Man 

everything you bout to let me do to your bod 

With the honest, sincerest, Amen,

I promise a holier hollering to stay true to your God 

Chorus

Rap to this, the resolve and we gotta get

Back to this, the involve of a scholar and an 

activist with a cause, when they wanna call it 

sacrilege while it's black religion in corn

Verse 3

It's the perfect side dish for fried fish filets

steamed up with butter and salt, see me

Eating off the wife and side bitch betrays 

With a game that no lame will bring to a halt

Off the cob, that God sent a boss to rob

Low and base, a cold case, thunder struck 

with a fire where the first hired lost the job 

and had em given to the knew king known for the fuck and awww shucks

Serve it with salmon, and her handing me 

off commandments forbidden the soft

And a "brand in" performance enhancement 

warming the beef and in no way considering broth 

(E-R-S), or so-called, be our guest, bring an apron 

that reads "I'm cooked with no escapin'" 

and in small print underneath "cause I 

can't quite discern" what privates'll do for the colonel

Chorus

Rap to this, the resolve and we gotta get

Back to this, the involve of a scholar and an 

activist with a cause, when they wanna call it 

sacrilege while it's black religion in corn