Lyrics
Uh, it's the God Ra, I got a team with me, check it out
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
Ayo, Crooked I, you ready? (Hell yeah)
What's in the future for the-
Aight, let me get the scratch right
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
The flow flyer than a stylus in the exit row
I'm walkin' 'round with a sprayer like I'm pest control
You took twenty-one MCs, put 'em to rest for sure
So I smoked twenty-one more, God rest they soul
Homie, it's KXNG Crook and Rakim, now who got the rap juice?
I'ma let this tune hit your core like I'm Papoose
Cops had me locked but I snapped loose
I'm powered by the tropical sun, the biological son of Black Zeus
Hang glidin' on lightning, I can tell the rain to stop
With a acapella, mane, I'm the cellophane
It's a wrap when I'm rapping, even in Hell, I can sell a flame
Wearing energy crystals like it's a Rocafella chain, mmh
I park my Impala right at the ancient rituals
My Chuck Taylors walkin' on water with the originals
In the middle of spiritual beings seeing miracles
The women and children cheering so loudly, I can hear them go, "Ra"
With perfect timing they beating the drums goin', "Ra"
I heard the shaman, he's speaking in tongues goin', "Ra"
Somebody's yellin', "I think he's the one"
I peeped at the sun, inhalin' oxygen deep in my lungs
Looked at Ra, started spittin' the hardest written in art of rap
A verse that can reverse heart attacks when you listen
Jumpstarting your cardiac rhythm, brought you back with a sentence
From an artist that got it out the mud like a artifact (facts)
Now they know my name from Harlem to Giza
Walking out the Apollo with Caesar with hollows and heaters
'64 Impala, the speakers bumpin' "Follow the Leader"
Another God MC for all the believers, Lord Crooked
Here come Ra to swing the pendulum
Gun bars ring ears and put the fear of death in 'em
Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim
Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in
Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair
Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear
This is Hell here (rappers are in danger)
Ayo, La the Darkman, you ready? Hell yeah
Chop 'em all like a meat cleaver, they too eager, they too diva
I don't give a fuck, my niggas don't give a fuck either
Cut the braids, got the Caesar, these artists merely meager
Mafioso, police give me amnesia
La and Ra on par, all praise to Allah
Highest form of elevation, go my all through bars
I'm parallel, my sword swing very well
Ride like a carousel, speech Dr. Cornel West
I don't sleep, only rest, businessman, reinvest
Lyrically, I molest, spiritually, I'm possessed
By Elijah, I'm stronger and wiser
For my deductive reasoning, never trust Pfizer
If I'm your advisor, vegetables and fruits, ginger soups
Sliding in a Porsche Carrera, grey coupe
It's the fastest, soon as I hit the gas, it's
Zero to a hundred all through Calabasas
Spirit of Cassius bloomed into Mohammed
Always gotta crack a few eggs to make a omelet
Hit the earth like a comet, to be totally honest
My soul Godly aura make non-believers vomit, they can't stomach
I'm so blessed, envy my success
Never mind the fact my new Louis V vest
My fashion impressed, the followers, Hennessy swallowers
Real dollar for dollar-ers, bullet-tip hollow-ers, La (uh)
Here come Ra to swing the pendulum
Gun bars ring ears and put the fear of death in 'em
Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim
Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in
Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair
Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear
This is Hell here (rappers are in danger)
Ayo, Canibus, you ready? Hell yeah
Demons get steel on the ground, robot heels ain't gotta be 'round
Achilles get slashed in half by the sound
Arkansas National Guard hard, the jar open, it's gone
My squad fast rope over the farm
Seen him hiding in the foliage, gold price crashing on Forex
He crashed out in a Corvette
Dr. Strange in a levitating bullet train
Locked in chains, free-range chickens with yolk stains laying rotten eggs
Filthy fowls with feathers bathed in acid rain
With collapsed veins, Neuralink wires hanging out of my brain
Like braids on charter jet planes tryna get away from the Interpol raids
From hooking up back in the day on Backpage
From the cradle to the stage, hit the Hague
To the cage, to the grave, I don't wanna play somebody's sick games
So I remain persona non grata 'til my gristle bones grazed
And exhumed over false property claims
Skeletal remains decomposing in greasy melanin
Dressed in princely robes, frayin'
Beg your pardon, didn't know you were praying
Excuse me, to be fair, let's be clear, what are you saying?
Doesn't matter, my elevated language is not conveying
Look at the paintings, my power to compute due to my cravings
My due diligence is slipping a bit due to my aging
The mind gap is gaping, the world is reshaping
From all the profit-taking and the poverty-shaming
All the name-calling and blaming, my AGI is amazing
From now on, I do the adjudicating, the truth is worth saving
My IG Farben stock options are hyperinflating
'Cause don't nobody work as hard as Jamaicans
Either you want it or it's gonna be on you
I'm like Sean, don't mix with Sun Tzu, ninja, what you wanna do?
Discussions are heavy, the grievance of many, the reasons are plenty
Centered around disagreements over pennies
Of all your enemies, who would you say is more friendly, if any? (Uh)
I cure the world like Dr. Sebi
Here come Ra to swing the pendulum
Gun bars ring ears and put the fear of death in 'em
Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim
Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in
Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair
Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear
This is Hell here (rappers are in danger)
Yo, Chino XL, you ready? Hell yeah (yo)
Rakim Allah let the beast loose (yeah), somebody better call the paramedics
I said pair of medics 'cause you gon' be needing at least two (yeah)
Scribblin' written religion, head-on collision, metal airbags couldn't stop me
My word scriptures don't just burn bridges, they collapse 'em like the Francis Scott Key
Your favorite coke rapper don't wanna do it with big Chi
Clearly you can hear the crack in my voice like I'm going through puberty (yeah)
Since been in plastic cassette tapes, the Puerto Rican bastard superhero without capes
I'm the reason why they invented faster rewind buttons in the first place (yeah)
Notebooks for my rhymes are ostrich-sized, get me ostracized
I don't care how many hoodies my opp eyes, hope he buys my merch and dies (ha)
The star and the seven, I'm the prosperous weapon that has formed against you
You better have Jon Taffer on speed dial to get your bars rescued (it's crazy)
Chino XL, but I'm every size when I'm spitting
A small medium at large like a midget psychic that just escaped outta prison (fuck outta here)
Westbound with the alphanumeric, crowds in and out of America wanna call the cleric
You just inherited derelict genetics out of generic
Adobo spice, you can inherit, you imbecile (yeah)
You're running out of time in a tomb with turmeric
Admit it, don't be discouraged, you pathetic idiot, you are consumed with Derek (oh)
I'm clapping at you like Tibetan rituals, driving out the evil
I'm prime and regal, I'm lethal, don't let the IQ deceive you
The haiku is brutal, sharper than the tip of a heroin needle
I'm leaving you bleeding (what?), And leaning fetal, you ain't half of half of Chino
I'm putting that on everything like red and green Tapatio (it's crazy)
Even if the record skips, I'm the sickest heretic born in darkness
It's a rare shift, mind readers go insane around Chino when using their gifts
And apparently my therapist needed to be airlifted
I'm a perilous parent-less, fighting effortless
I'll more than barely beat a bear to death effortless with my bare fist
I'm bearin' gifts that are dreadful
If there was a button that wiped out humanity
I'd on purpose accidentally press it like, "what does this do?"