Shining like centauri diamonds, dancing 'round in orbit
Smoking on some shit that sent my
Soul way out in orbit
All white forces in a mech suit, shooting angels out of orbit
Sisyphus back on my bullshit, protect the rock
Like an organ
I attack quick with quips and dope flips
For my next trick, I turn this blunt full of cat piss to ashes
In the studio forging swords that's Word to Blacksmith
Finna turn this bitch into full metal jacket
No competition, just be doper than my last shit
And you ain't as dope as my last shit
Dropped six tapes, that was just for practice
This that new-new and these new rappers a bunch of has beens
Yo, when I die, put me in the Lazarus pit
With a snow lotus lapel pinned to my Gucci jacket n' shit
Ground muddy from the 40s poured by the league of assassins
And I'll return in three days, it's the muthaf*ckin passion