Verse 1:
If I was tried, crucified and then buried
In three days I would run rap posthumously
In these ways I would come back for the hungry
The deejays and the real emcees only touch me
Trust me, I’m the one of whom Pac spoke
The message and resurrection was directed to O
I’m here to put a stop to the Eric Dysons
Chief priests of rap and they careless writings
You wanna diss Bill Cosby, Mike?
Come off campus and see what the blocks be like
Cosby’s right, these kids need to know what’s up
They too grown, you’d know that if you rode the bus
But you busy tryna form an allegiance with the streets
Instead of seeing what the kids need is some leaders
You elitist, Jesus or Satan
Your statements uplift King, your writings betray him
Good-

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(O’hene):
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it

Verse 2:
I’ve been accused of witchcraft
Because I spit raps with a cadence
That’ll zig zag on a pitch graph
Is it because of my Da Vincian font
Is O’hene Savant, is he an emcee or not?
Many questions I turn to a recluse
Thought of an excuse
And vanished to figure out my next move
I stopped teaching at Temple ‘cause it was draining me
That’s when it came to me that other rappers hated me
Good-
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Verse 3:
Even the legends are respected
Barred my methods off my records
And never gave me credit
They heard the Rapademics and signature changeup
I hear they new album, they spittin’ that changed up
That’s why my best work is unreleased
Or else I risk being jerked by a bunch of thieves
Don’t come to me when you outta rhymes
You gotta mind, use your own while you robbin’ mine
I’m outta time but
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it
Destroy this temple of hip-hop and I will rebuild it

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Bye, bye, bye, bye
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