Introduction:

Okay. Just ride with me, just vibe with me

[Verse One]

That Beauty and The Beast flow
Addicted to the pain
I'm fighting shadows off in the rain
Under a cloud of jaded echos
My comfort was abandonment
I was too real to fit up in their boxes
They couldn't handle it
So we travel across the universe
In search for the golden necklace
They're saying that
That boy seven is back up on his Death shit
Feeling blessed for what I've conquered
For the lessons learned I'm honored
You pay the cost to be the boss
And I'm just happy I ain't faltered
Cigarillos to the broken ghettos
My fallen fellows
Some liquors for your pains
I pray your memories stay eternal
And cemetery under moonlight
Stalking him
The raven is watching him
The god in the flesh on the steps
Until these devils ain't an obstacle

[Chorus]

American Ultra
American Ultra
America Ultra
What is life but immortality
Searching for the fallacy
American Ultra
The raven in the darkness
Grew to love without a heart, kid

[Verse Two]

You want the truth infused
Quoted with the lines from the booth
Now should I lie to my fans
And direct them how to all "stay true"
Should I ride for the crew
During dark times when jail is the noose
Is my value reflected in views
Am I better than you
See when we die
We cry to Heaven's Gate
Our flesh to the dirt
Put a kiss on the curse
What's the worst
That they could do to a Hearst
See I was there for the birth
And a cry of joy
Was the only thing that I heard
Some nurses were chanting verses
As I awoke from the earth
They said "The Nazareth's awoken"
A golden robe
I was bathed in ornaments
With a manifesto of Chosen
I'm here to save yall from the torment
Spit flames against the Omen
My apologies I've been lost
But I understand my destiny
Crucify to me the cross my n***as

[Chorus]

American Ultra
American Ultra
America Ultra
What is life but immortality
Searching for the fallacy
American Ultra
The raven in the darkness
Grew to love without a heart, kid

[Hidden Freestyle: Vek]

Cerebralism, does that make me a "Cerebralist"?
Maybe cause I diagnose my flaws
And search for feebleness
Anytime of Evilness
I jab it with a mental needle tip
And make the needle drip
Out onto a steel dish
Then I examine it
All I see is famine and
Suffering abandonment
Can't be smoking Cannabis
Always where the vital mask
I never speak the literal
And never check my Psycho-Pass
Cause I'd be a latent criminal
I can't self destruct
So I detonate the dominator
Before it detonates me and dominates
You can draw the pages
I'd be a fugitive of the corrupted Sybil System
I am a fugitive of what you'd call a Civil System
Some say a system works
But there is a flaw that tends to lurk
And it's puttin you hard into the dirt
Back to that very first square that you always were
Trying to slaughter egotism
Either bring the heat or miss em
Just another rare case of Chronic-Type Cerebralism