[Verse]
They anxiously practicing what I’m naturally packing
Bringin their lackluster tans in here while my black is outstanding
If you don’t have it you mad
And I understand it
My pattern is never Nappy
It’s ever strands off the back of a lamb and it’s lovely
Zulu
Blacker than Anubis
Caste is immaculate
Had to be African
My ancestors’ demands in my larynx
I’m just a vessel. You shoot the messenger, Mecca’s in battle
The devil no match or medicine
I go ham for Elohim
Them no castin a spell on me
Them go back to heaven
I make bastards of devils
Who wanna battle with Heru
If baphomet sent you, I won’t need no Catholic sprinkle
No blasphemy, Mecca!