Verse 1:
Sound the alarm
Snake to a charm like Sheikh is to Sharm
3D disk in the shape of bomb
Word hit the page, shaking the calm
No taking it wrong, I'm breaking the norm
Cheers- Ted Danson - I'm raising the bar
Rap's Monsanto, no flavor at all
Fame of the Gods like flames into war....

Dreams of a native evolve
Let the DJs reign over the pain in us all Like ....

Table Reserved, who paid for it pa?....
Your name on the floor when the fame isn't yours like....

My guest list 99 names on the palm...
We pray for the weak while we prey on the strong

But tell me are you really ready? steady- go- heading for the next millennial This is MC Burial

But i ain't never been a give and go player… with a shitty flow…
I do this for culture…not the petty doe… GO!!!!

Chorus:
They say Jump, You Say HOW HIGH?
They say Stunt, You Say HOW FLY?
God bless the one that waved the way for you to win…
God Bless the one that braved the way for you to win...

Verse 2:

You say youre a boss, but a pay check endorsed
Might score points but the game isn't ours
Land of the Free, Shame of the Fraud
I don't bang with a squad, but I came with a force

Go 'head say its a pause…
I roll with a chief…breaking the law breaking the law like gwar
No faking involved, but I'm taking it all, shaking you all …like Drones in a war…

What? What!... I'm breaking my balls Hut! Hut!…
Quarter Back on Your iTunes Cut Cut…
Independent as fuck, yup!

Our lives gone dead…over lies for bread..
Your brother Narcy and A Tribe called Red…
Might dance over my own dead Body…
At a party where the vibes gone shotty..

Went from riding on the bus to an audi
Top floor Medium- Dubai and Abu Dhabi
Came back home - Montreal is a lobby
Puffing on bobby, made it all kinda foggy
Career on Ice Subhan.. No Hockey
Roll with the punches when things get rocky
All Praise due to the Most High but I'm Annunaki, a new Iraqi…
Both Humble and Pac'y …Akhi..

Even the hustle can't knock me…
How can they stop me?
Getting it poppin…
My visions are shocking…

Enter my prison where visitors live in my bars…
The timidest victim gets killed in my yard…

So Selfish and Vain to sell for some dollars
The Cells of my brain are Celibate Martyrs

Even the hustle can't knock me…
How can they stop me?
Getting it poppin…
My visions are shocking…

There I said it and don't spin it, regret it
Forget it forever indebted to pay..
THEY!!!!

Chorus X 2