Verse 1

They knew something was truly different about me, 

Through the mocking, and the spitting, and proceeding to doubt me

And conspired to toss the weight of the world on my shoulders, 

but realized they couldn’t lift that shit up without me

I waved em off and told em not to lift a thing, I got it from here

It takes a special kinda rank and positioning

A sure-fire development, and well up of green that I seen

God deposit in my bank of conditioning 

They weren’t listening, showing deceived 

With the ego, the thieves weren’t really willing to stay put

And went to grip the earth to lift, but then slipped

I smirked and then simply caught that shit with my barefoot

I swear the heir shook the stars to a tremble

[SPRING WAR] the onlookers held there piece in dismay

Cuz God left the elements for me to assemble [BRING MORE]

And put the science that their chasing on display

Hook

Risen to the left made a way for the wrong

Hung a distant shine of liberty to which they had a right

Prison due to breath played the day for the song

Sung a different kind of David that He gave em as the light [That’s me!]

Verse 2

They had to admit s’ pretty hard to resist the obeisance

Though I humbly measured glory to share 

But they treated the gesture as a trick and a pretense

By-passed the mantle tossed and leaving it there 

I would guess they know not the magnitude of implications

Affixed to the destiny they threw in the trash

The reign of The Royal Priest through Heaven's election they scratched 

Like an infection that’s due to a rash  [THEN RASH ON]

The bloodclot and the scab had picked a bone with me 

For letting intelligent brethren falter

But swearing on the melanin God gave, this relevant
Concave impression left me dead on the altar

I never seen… so many lost… about the power gifted 

Unsettled lien and what it cost just to have it lifted 

So I bleed the benefits, Judge breed of Benjamin 

well-freed of the bench and the robe knowing the gavel shifted 

the foresight of divine, the force and height of prophetically relevant medicine set in suspense

I'm the rock and doctor, the shocking proctor, the nasty prophet

who offers the mudding, the cleanse and the rinse

Fret a warning that my burning bush smoke is intense

For running with the sum of assumptions/ the biggest offense 

But my anvil's are a handful, fire balancing now

Iron-fist with flint face, [just] call me Aleph and Tau

You get it?

When you look and you see me standing between NEW columns of Solomon

Just know a different kind of day, and a different kind of David is here.

Landlord, G-O-E, God on the earth.