[Verse 1:]
Rap goals putting gold on my walls like a Mayan shaft
Let it touch my mind like a dimebag
Walk you through these rhymes like a line dance
One of one design like it's Minecraft
Mood is a crescent moon
The room is better as confession booth
They tax your wages then they say they want the best for you
Savage land X-men travelers is just above the clouds
Urgency is how my music sound
This a living thing can’t stay trapped in the machine
Feel like it's my season like some African cuisine
I know you struggling to put me in a category
That's why I rap in all this allegory
Still I'm gon' keep it black n blanco
Then I keep an extra condo
I'm balling with my brothers like I'm Lonzo
Yeah I keep it truest to a fault, it's truest like a pulse
With my long term homies rocking hoodies like a cult
I’m up in white churches setting racists on fire
But I'm in the negro leagues unless I sound like John Piper
I guess I'm Jackie Robinson a black man reading college lit Japanese comic strips, backpack full of Common Sense
The modern day prophets set to making God androgynous
I don't listen to them bro, I listen to economists
I don’t listen to perspectives that tryna stay homogenous
These all black voices teach the opposites
Dr. Boyce Watkins and Dr. Sherman Watkins
All in my subconscious turning purpose into profits
If you think I lost the gospel cuz I say I seek to prosper
This the economic posture that prepares you for adoption
Yo my blade cut the flame of the candle light
Afro samurai, I’m still a little camera shy
Conscious wave with my high top fade
Got me loyal to the faith in my royal blue J’s
My rhymes sound like cursive, Paul’s pen to the churches
I’m all up in the scroll till its clicking like a cursor
This wordplay caviar
No mainstream caveats
Half the time you speaking to my avatar
My catalog is trust fund security in stock market crashes
All I can contribute is compassion
I ain’t even worried bout these rappers, this is kingdom and it’s power
I ain't selling you a genre, all you need is an encounter
[Pause:]
Keep dreaming, yo

[Verse 2:]
The cloud of witnesses is cheering me on
I'm watching Black Panther rocking some Sierra Leone
I take a peek northeast and I can see the modern slaves
If you looking at your phone you should screenshot your face
And Lord help me, I don’t wanna die a selfie
I don’t wanna lie to listeners and hear 'em say they felt me
That’s too literal, I’m drinking Flint’s water for the minerals
You hiding something calling me a liberal
That’s why I’m cool on Johnny Manziel's interview
If I did what he did y’all be calling me a criminal
So keep dreaming Lil Uzi Vert been playing with the demons
Got us downplaying Lucifer and legion
All these school shootings and we scramble for the reasons
Leaving all the strippers living off singles like Khadijah
You just tweeting all your problems, when your feet been playing opossum
Take the beating from the problem, then defend it like it’s Stockholms
The devil’s in the details
The devil is in retail—sneaker heads will tell you that the devil up in resale
And we just moving how we told to follow
It’s like a vote for Donald like forbidden jutsu from Orochumaru
And that's that anime acumen on accident before you know what’s happening it hit you like a pathogen
Turn you from a food stamp applicant to academic, put a tax on every sacrament just like you sacrilegious
I’m not your average Christian, you won’t find me in a Gallup poll
Find me picking olives out my salad bowl
Me and Tragic Hero in the Jag eating empanadas
Laughing at your albums switching through the genres
And I’m dying to myself, some reminders to myself
I ain’t selling you a product 'less I’m trying it myself
Lemme show you how to testify, something that you recognize—swimming in His grace and get these rhymes off as exercise
Homie this is exercise
Slow metabolism but an extra vibe
Now relationships is getting jeopardized
Still it’s feeling like such and such a special time
I’m from The Mid, I’m from The West
I’m only in The South as a guest
You never run your mouth if you blessed
God been good homie, so imma cut the step
Yeah, imma cut the step
[Outro:]
Keep dreaming
Swoope the genius