[Verse 1]
Abraham Lincoln couldn't set me free
I'm talked about, yet feared like the punk police
Five-o five-o, you stuck, I duck & run
You justify being a pussy like, "He had a gun"
Catch me at the White House chilling
Foot on my desk just making a milli
Off appealing, cause trickery and treachery heavens awaiting nobody foolish like little kids screaming out "Killuminati!"
Yo, 2Pac would spit on you bandwagoners
Have you hiding while stashing your fat pack of herb
Wack raps alert! with these backpacker nerds
Spectacular, they think they could rap
Put you on the back of theirs
Cause you ain't standing for your own
Yo, your'e being fed
Run as fast as you can, your still a shadow or dead
They got their hands up like a crucifixion
Feet lifted off the ground
Like checked off the hit list

[Hook]
Seeking a purpose
Within a place of uncertain
What actions scratching the surface
Who to believe in this circus? I said