Like an army general training soldiers to stand firm at the gates
All things come to those who wait
Freelance killer with a lifetime contract
Fall back – it’s mortal combat at any sign of verbal contact
I’m Bast reclining on alabaster
Run tracks, number one, dominating finish lines like Caster
Y’all keep racing, stuck on similes and metaphors
Figures of speech don't constitute a whole song
Ayo! Rocking the underground from beneath, gods
I’m on and off the streets, breathing life into morgues
Cause the spirit in the rhyme's only dedicated viciousness
It’s all in the breath, how the chi transforms in your chest
What’s bred in the bone comes out in the flesh
And cowards die many times before the meet their own death
Son you can't compete if there's no contest
And this microphone check will damage any contender

But some people say...see, some people say I’m no good
Dragging these chains like a ghoul
This dead living keeps clouding my position, wishing
That I could hide from any good & bad distinction
Head-in-the-clouds thinking
But some people say...see, some people say I’m no good
Dragging these chains like a ghoul
This dead living keeps clouding my position
And some people say I’m no good...maybe they're right
Who else do you know? Got the guts to tell the devil whatever
Call me bigga sista slash blade bearer
Armed and ready when the lines get drawn
The darkest hour's said to be before dawn, sound the bugle – it's on
Strapping lyrical with counterattacks when haters yapping
Barking dogs are never known to bite eternal voice rapping
The black Venusian, rising outta sea foam
Killing dope flows, finding sista cyphers a home
And giving life force at Luna’s command
The macho man's beef is bloodless, rappers blind to the master plan
Yugen stays on beat like metronomes
And grandiose theories fall over themselves like dominoes
Denouncing idle idols and negative aspects
Goddess history goes way back like Aztecs
But the weight of knowledge shatters domes
And send droves that work like bees, my droning fleets will bury fools in catacombs

Some people say...see, some people say I’m no good
Dragging these chains like a ghoul
This dead living keeps clouding my position, wishing
That I could hide from any good & bad distinction
Head-in-the-clouds thinking
But some people say...see, some people say I’m no good
Dragging these chains like a ghoul
This dead living keeps clouding my position
And some people say I’m no good...maybe they're right