It's Murk-a-Spitta-Monday, congregation take up a collection
Leave him at church on Sunday, tell the attorney that's not a confession
I'm passing out blessin's, and very seldom I'm stessin'
I'm walkin' the lands, a foreign pedestrian
Fuck all the questionin', passive aggressive and hesitant
Music is massive, now witness the detriment

All of my talent is evident, voice effervescent
Spittin' out spiritual sediment, the rest are irrelevant
Torturous souls, your freedom's in reach
Open ya’ ears close ya’ mouth, open ya’ eyes and eat
But never consume what they teach, and nor what they preach
Temptations, they lay in ya’ lap at ya’ feet

Sensations are products, of hormones that often secrete
We battle ourselves, the wisdom defeats
Ignorance bigotry, fear and deceit
Play this one here, for the kids on repeat
Again and again, for the one's in the streets
When my brother get out, he'll be ready to eat
Best believe we gone feast, 'cause he got what it takes
And you know I'm a beast, we raisin' the steaks

Killin' the beat, and leave it deceased
Temper erratic, sometimes obsolete
This intellectual property, is not for free
It's costing you, it's accosting me
Wit' notions of grandeur, accordingly
Take a walk thru my mind, and get lost for a week
I'm leading the blind, 'cause we know that the meek
Will inherit the earth, if the future is bleak

The present is cursed, he slapped her left cheek
Then she reached in her purse, pulled out the heat
He six feet in the dirt, they couldn't believe
That spitta got murked, the family will grieve
Wear his face on a shirt, the pastor will read
A chapter a verse, now pull up ya’ sleeves and open the hearse
I know that it hurts, hope it never gets worse

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

Now pull up ya’ sleeves
And open the Hearse

I murdered the beat
Now take it to church

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

Now pull up ya’ sleeves
And open the Hearse

I murdered the beat
Now take it to church

[Anthony Dragons]:
Did the drumroll wake you, Steve Harvey Mistake you?
As being the best when the best n***a ain't you - was it painful ?
Removing the crown, handing it back to n***as that paid dues
Misusing the sound, banana clips turn n***as to ape food

Even if they threw me on that island with ghouls and goblins
I’d fit in perfect just being honest
Standing in that line of fire they don’t know if I’m an artist
Or Illuminati keep an eye on he

A terror since the Girbaurd jean era - I've been
Anchoring in shifted sea levels - I swam
The belly of the beast with Geppetto and nem
Until water ran dry turning boys to men
Now here we stand shovel in our weary hands
Blood sweat and blistering for anybody listening
Parting view, pallbearer, eulogy deliverance
Tombstone pile driving beats into the tombs again

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

Now pull up ya’ sleeves
And open the Hearse

I murdered the beat
Now take it to church

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

Now pull up ya’ sleeves
And open the Hearse

I murdered the beat
Now take it to church

[Queens D. Light]:
Now I lay them down to sleep
These rappers be children dem boys is meek
Searching for riches but character weak
Fear a boss goddess when I’m at my peak
Can’t knock my Hussle cause I will not leave
Stay in ya system just like some beef
Now... who want it
My n***a I’ll Grace flaunt it

Pull up to ya bumper and say something
Don’t play Cuzzin
Hesitate and you stay runnin
I pulled up to you ain’t say nothin
Now that’s funny
You so corny
My styles sweet, like bees honey

Diamonds on my toes
Diamonds, diamonds on my nails
I’m a Scrooge in this game, real bay like ducktails
Half baked but cut well
Make hits and they sell
Your favorite rapper muse, they bite but won’t tell

Plagiarized my style off top they fail
Genuine article and always prevail
Resonate for times to come
I'm shaking my lashes and goin dumb
My n***as cast spells and that’s for fun
My magic is ancient just like the sun
Now get it

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

I know that it hurts
Hope it never gets worse

Now pull up ya’ sleeves
And open the Hearse

I murdered the beat
Now take it to church