[Intro: Ex-O]
I’m pretty sure it’s ExO on the mic (laughs!)
Yo

[Verse1 Ex-O]
I’m a descendant of Kush, bloodline of the pharaohs
Clenched fists, hands in the sky for the great soul
Malcolm, Martin Luther, Anikulapo
Connection to my roots running deeper than cornrows
African born Emanate from the west coast
That’s the origin of the man called ExO
The flows deep you need to freestyle with the breast stroke
El presidente I live my life gusto
I be the best yo, as long as the rest go
We can iron it out on the mic no pressed clothes
And if you think you’ve got thе skills to spit lyrics on wax
Make sure your flows and your lyrics ain’t wack though
A pro creator all thе time, an innovator when I rhyme
I change the whole soundscape of the cosmos
The mic be the light saber, slaying Dark Vader
Luke, I’m the Skywalker king of the black hole

[Verse2 :Prophecy]
Say you luv Rap/ where your heart at/
Times like this in hip hop make you wonna give up the flag black/
Over here we don’t give up, we keep up N fill up the gaps/
Take it beyond ya wildest imagination/ providing the cure with the sickest combination/ conquer ma daily confrontations/
As a light in the dark this should be the newest sensation/ for all the radio stations across the nation/
There’s an Empire on the rise/ no matter what we can’t compromise/
Eyes on the prize/ Even the devil knows the style is hot/
I can’t sell ma soul for ma ish 2 pap or Hit the Top/
It feels like I’m stuck for doing this real hip hop/
So I hustle around the clock/
Everyday thang y’all can’t Stop/

[Verse3 :Mista Books]
News flash war in the City better be ready
If you gonna hold a mic it Gotta be steady
You don't splatter ya wig like spaghetti Close to ya neck ma n***a is a machete
I'm noxious feeling the heat from cold bosses
Out here is straight lines n no crosses
I once knew a hommie who had it before until he lost it
Ride or die open eye n just be cautious
Bad timing yeah I wish they could rewind it
All the hommies I lost rember wining n dining
See I'm taking ma time to set the record str8
Can't sit down watching things detoriate
Bad to tha bone, I be the last in the zone
It don't matter who's god get a blast to the dome
Preserving myself, better relaxing at home
Nobody's king so don't ask for the throne