[Intro: Wrekonize]
Let's go back to church, you ever get that feeling?
That you're not alone? Yeah, yeah I get that too
Wait, actually, I got some friends with me right now

[Verse 1: Co$$]
Yo, from ash to ass to dust
They dollar be they pope they praisin'
Dope and I'm like 'Nope' so they callin' me blasphemous
Fuck that ignorant, they want me to show my ass
If you got Eminem's complexion some - nuckers (?) turn to slaves
God bless your soul nah, God curse you spirit
Comin' with that Jew shit fear this
Stompin' on these n***as toes, FE FI FO
The industry got n***as chemically imbalanced
You don't need no talent these days
Just somebody that you know - in the game
But I'mma put some hurt - in ya frame
With the rhythm cleat you know I'm kickin' dirt. on ya name
I'm the realest me you n***as fake and front what ya playin'?
Or you could beek another gain some image in exchange
For some fame, take his name
Claim you doin' what he did
Fuck the truth, if it's gon' get you paid
You gon' slang them fears to them kids
Tell me, who slang rock?
Who shootin' at them n***as on the block
Who pistol cocked?
You's a mixture of that 'Pac and that pot that you be puffin'
I keep it movin' like the hands on the Doomsday clock
I got's to keep my mental focus on the top
Cause the minute that you slip, the next minute yo shit flop
And forgot, like, "Who was that Co$$? I can't recall", cause
Most these n***as shootin' for stars, they aim is off, get
Covered then, smothered by famous they frame resolve
In the scripture those who turn to Saul, became the sought
Dumb nucker, we so called mens we thumb-suckers
When we starin' in the eyes of the storm, become wind
Yeah, in a game where some win
Some sell they soul to be on what we on but we gone