Of course people die every day
They corpse I stepped over
Walking in the righteous of ways
Of the elect soldiers
Life we the fire contained 'til we ignite it
Watch it burn like a fire to grain
Watch it outburst and it sparks from your heart to your brain
We keep it bound but we dream 'bout some opposite things
We use our heart as a beat when we make instruments
So we can rap on and speak our ancient traditions
I keep the raps going
I'ma play the godliest game not of CAPCOM
If you not apart of the gang you got the facts wrong
Through the war of art I'ma sing
One-man band shit
They gon' say the songs that I bring is hidden message
Schemed to awaken the lost I make they head lift
I don't give a shit what you thought
That shit is dead bitch
I make sure your spirit intact
Back from the dead shit
Some of y'all are Satan's elect with no repentance