Call me Napoleon, I'll rip your bones apart
With Dynamite lyrics I ain't talking Bonaparte
Ill Minds, we resurrecting the art
No MC alike, this ain't Noah's Arch
If you say I'm a pussy, call me Joan of Arc
I'll still be a Saint, resurrecting Hip-Hop
Burn me at the stake, I'll be back like 2Pac
The second, leading a rebellion
Bringing rap back from hell, and make it blessed
Check it, you an MC?
You're more like Major Catastrophe
Hitler to the rap game, call me a Nazi
Faggot MC's. Stay hidden in the closet. unlike Annie
Frankly, I could give a fuck
Cuz, Ill Minds got a armory full of arsenal
I'm the Top Gun and I talking Cruise
Rap nowadays is a Carnival
Filled with freak shows--who can't flow, & call themselves crews
Ill Minds the A-Team, Mr. T, we Pity Them Fools
Who try to pave a way to Hip-Hop, when it's a dead end, your Garmin, took you another route(root)
But don't worry, we're building an avenue
I'm Fundamentally rendering thee out of existence
Motherfucker step and spit shit
But you couldn't even if you wanted
Cuz n***a I'm Conscious
Take thoughts out cho head & use em to advantage
I'm Super, just saying
Yellow hair not there, no Saiyan
I'm saying, if I was a Saiyan
I'd be slaying
Ya'll with my sayings
But I'm just spraying
Ya'll with words