I’m on a prophetic mission, and it’s serious

Directly measurable in the results in the future of fulfillment

You would think that requires a steady hand, sharp eye through a scope, and target

But what happens when you can’t miss

Verse 1

Sh!t... No strategy, strict protocol, or technique

The vet seek is seen waiving the scan list

The only means and measurement is mayhem 

on the straight play of when the Day Him 

of Ancient had told me I can't miss

So Jupiter bullseyeing the ant piss

with a scattered braille satellite 

Pass a hand through a regular fan twist

Cooling off my forehead with a nuclear warhead

Host the foreign affairs summit on a preschool campus

My shot and spice went steph curry

I went back to sleeping at the height of a let's hurry

And if I’m ever seen assisting the philistines I told em 

suspect identification photos are best blurry, then wipe my vision 

I’m better blinded to arrive at precise of vision 

Most scared of the shit that’ll land em life in prison

And seem pretty sad about accidents and act as if it's a loss

But “fuck, if i did, it was the right decision 16

The me and a meander, I was caught clack clacking the shackles at a freelander

Then broke the chains with my bare hands on a son of Samson ranting 

How’s that for a decree of my candor, and brand 20

And now my fuck donations are at all-time low

Add me to the list of my sister’s favorite crime shows

The way my mind goes, I’m speeding right through a red light

Getting head right there in the front seat 24 eating bunny bread and a lunch meat
With light mayo and only two tomatoes as a way to mix discreet with a blunt feat

Max victory at the fact of a mishap

Pitching a fitting at the acts of wrist slap

Twisting a ships cap for a sail to cause chaos

Position a dispatch and dispensing of falls layoff 

Let my lady bid me a hand job and place a band betting on the odds that I'll stay soft

[I think you get it]

Hook

Since I'm never missing target

my archery is random what the fuck imma aim for

I mastered the haphazard at a sure guess 

Cuz Judas proved a sweet kiss can be a punch in My Pancreas

Verse 2

So don't thank me, fishing you're welcome

I framed the roasting of the growing pains and you felt em

Unlimited life hope like smoking a pipe on a tight rope 

pleading the 5th of booze with axle grease on my shoes 

Fuck it! Let's turn a cartwheel and flip to the tip of a dart in bucket

Poured out as a digital art of diminish

Cuz a start is as good as a finish

made the scatter and dissolve the better part of replenish 12+

Entertain the incredible notion

Eating God’s daughter’s ass with an edible lotion, I second the motion

A salted-caramel derelict, with here and there-a-lick

No comparison, cherishing the coaching approach

student-principal privilege…. flashing a hall pass at a sub 

super unintended means to haul ass at a rub

Pointing to a rancid fist of rawness 

Balled up and balancing the lawless with the flawless [GRUB]

Perfection cooked from a hostile destruction

A deep black holy bean and sweet sauce reduction

The Prophet with his thumbtack pinned to a box spring

Made spiritual swag seem a criminal cock swing

Hook

Since I'm never missing target

my archery is random what the fuck imma aim for

I mastered the haphazard at a sure guess 

Cuz Judas proved a sweet kiss can be a punch in My Pancreas 

[x2]

Verse 1

Sum get it, some don’t, sombrero, fresh fitted

Snap back or hard hat, I’m totally committed

I went into a military war time modus operandi green helmet

when the others wasn’t wit it

Hooray for the mentally advanced tough camouflage

A way for anonymity unanimous of entourage

[brain] born with a database to form at a later date

Performing at a greater rate than normal

Fit the incredulity credentials for the scornful

Just cause I’m infinite with titles and never idle 

Fluffing up my pillows in the grave for better vitals

Life eternal respite keeps me pursue-icidal

Right on!

Individual coaching sessions with the angels 

judgments on the open cases abound

Kingdom constitutionality review, breathing of morning dew 

while quenching enemy darts to the ground

Peppering and prepping the anti-deception recipe sent a jolting discrepancy 

when elected to inspecting the weaponry

Crept a new position in the crimes division, then directed what is left to writing rhymes

I do more before 6am than most do in their lifetimes

*singing*

Who dares to deal an heir a million affairs 

'cause to fill that many slots is impossible to take on. 

Ain’t no willy way in hell

Verse 2

I’m certain but the working is serving heaven well on earth 

the curtain closes, I glean behind the scenes the mud of dirt and hoses 

A king worthy of treading a touching of certain roses 

Ten toes pushing down

The admonition’s profound to never cut a crown 

My sounds that resonate on deck affiliation are 

Notes that settle disputes for reconciliation

Perks of personal preservation I made it a sin

To even consider a separate delegation 

Citadel fortification, territorial protection

Spells affirmation and affection

The Chapman of charity, for clarity, and gifts

And in between breaths extra shifts [for verity]

I’m hoarding my lording to escape

Quality-assuring superman’s newest cape, 

Follow me to the break room, where broken hearts can make room

To open to The Lord’s truest gape, provoking

The stroking and the strut to the mezzanine

Receiving a little dream massage for the espionage 

It let’s me inaugurate a better time and break 

Imagine what I can make whenever I’m awake

…..*humming*

'cause to fill that many slots is impossible to take on. 

Who dares to deal an heir a million affairs 

'cause to fill that many slots is impossible to take on.