1st Verse [Flowsik]

Through the pain and the trickery, all the rain and the misery
Caused by my name will remain an epiphany
For lames in they little league, claimin a bit of me is in em are tryinna book a change in identity
Modern day titles gave us the liberty to say what we say wit the bravest ability
We dropped bombshells... "Day in the Middle East"
Told you it's gon take some prayers ta get at me
Blame femininity for n***as on they momma dough
Talkin wreckless to the miners that can find the gold
We online ta show everything possible
If I can go to war wit my people like Geronimo
Just ta teach a lesson, get my block ta grow
Im big abroad, son's hot over there like the Tropicals
Wish that I could blow the critics wit the lama though I'm only over HERE coza everything they plottin fo'
Witness how I don't work off crowds
Coz I just come and do it by myself, jerk off style
Maaaan, I dodged eyyything worth no while
I'm A Class, you'z a sure D("Shawty")... "girl or child"/
I heard y'all bow to alotta 3 member rap cliques
But me and Rez we dont remember that shit
Coz none gifted ta be better at this
And only the 3 kings from December had gifts
Jeeeeeeesus.. Your team never had it Please get a raplift coz we tend ta practice on any rhyme breathing, these men'll pack it
And sit it down, like the scene where the fag piss
'tcheah! Lord knows im a goon tho Deliver bad news Mr Numero Uno
7.30 wit the pen... who never knew tho?
Couple colours in this game, you bet on Ludo
2nd Verse [Rez Proph]

Been receiving get well soon wishes since my first 16/
I spit hell fumes b*tches/my scripts spell doom, which is/
The reason health looms not on my verse,sh*ts mean/
Self groomed goon/
Got God on my worshipped team/
The worst kid/
A wordsmiths dream/
His purpose being/
To walk this earth with truth and honor/
And work with fiends/
He's all about dope and perfect cream/
Word to drizzy Lord knows...
Money can purchase Dreams/
So he's here working/
Searching for blue skies/
Cause he's known Grae...
Since way before the birth of jean/
And no I ain't tryna be as fly as 'them'/
Cause I'm over here holdin my ground/ 'til the surface seems/
To be glued to my kicks/
And I ain't budging f*ckers/
Truly true To my clique/
And I ain't trusting suckers/
Certain people counting on the rap prophet/
Its in my iris that...
My teams like a pirates patched socket/
Cause ain't no eye in it/
And I ain't doing this just by myself/
So peace to all the n***as that I'm trying with...
With no level of inferiority in the verses/
Majority already...
Regarded me as the church's...
Artistry/
All heavenly/
Its gotta be...
Cause I'm worth this/
Arteries...
All legendary/
Heart in me...
Is the purpose/
Pardon me if I lost you/
What I'm tryna say is...
Its the God in me that I talk through/
You Gotta see what the cross do/
We crucify dudes...
When we hardly see what it cost you/
To build your whole life around this rap thing/
So I'm tryna stop judging n***as for their actions/
A few cats asked what happened to the old rez??
Exactly that........
I got old heads/
Picasso wouldn't paint like he just learnt to sketch/
Don't expect me to rap like I'm still tryna earn respect.....