I'm faceless like a Holy Ghost with no traces
You die in a Battleground and still be a nameless
Fuck your races, I'll burn them half of the Cannabis
I'll twist your head like the exorcist
Remember this a little twist of faith, fuck hate
You make me bleed I explode as my head ache
So many people try to put me down
Well, I come back up, I loosen my track up
I've given away your back up
Trapped in a trauma of the lyrical soldier
Crossing over border with the eyes of a viper
The venomous touch, I'll be your infamous Scotch
I'll be too-damn-early, better check on your watch
'Cause this generation is causing all the motion
Like the beautiful creation of God with all devotion
Deeper than Atlantic Ocean and constellation
Third dimension one God and one nation