[Verse 1: Kemba]
A king arisen out the depths you least expected
Even brown skin Jesus wasn't easily accepted
Wielding Thor's hammer with the easiest of efforts
Streets rated E for effort put the BB on the dresser
You a man now
Time to lead the people from the wretched
It's getting hard to see through the debris that's in the wreckage
Teach 'em to protect themselves from demons and their precious false deities and heathens
False freedoms and oppressors n***a
"Lord have mercy" I got it
The type to name the source of foreign fabrics by the texture
The type to never talk but more emphatic by the lecture
The type to make the motives more apparent by the gestures
N***a, we on opposite ends of different spectra
You enter when intended no incentive to do extra
There's lightning in this bottle my descendant was Electro
You be battling with rappers I'm competitive with Tesla
Thomas Edison of rap
I raised you as my own the Florence Henderson of rap
The type of n***a ain't nobody better than in rap
And if that ain't a fact then has there ever been a fact?
I got you questioning that fact "like what is life?"
My limits like Percy and Silkk the Shocker Master P and Huey P meets N'yami and King T'Chaka, look that up
And to the victims of police brutality, rest in peace
Even brown skin Jesus would say FTP, n***a