[Intro: KB & Nancy Honeytree]
When I placed all my burdens on him
He washed them all from me
Ok, let's go
All the way up, way up, way up, way up
All the way up, all the way up, all the way up
All the way up, way up, way up, way up
All the way up
K to the...
All the way up
Second letter
All the way...

[Verse 1: Encognito]
Not keeping it safe, staying on the low
Like a bomb in this game, bout to blow
But they don’t understand, the Sub Zero flow
But they don't understand, God gave the GLO
Give me time to write, like a cypher
But these people aren't giving time for
Wait- what was I saying
But know this is my rhythm, boy

[Chorus 1: KB]
I just hit my rhythm, boy
This is not your tempo, boy
I just hit my rhythm, boy
This is not your tempo, boy
[Verse 2: Encognito & KXNG Kedava]
I ain’t done, boy
I've been doing well, can't stop me
This the next generation of Geniuses
But I'll say that that I am no KSI
What does that mean? (What?)
I don't get high just to feel low
I ain't shady but I grew up on Em though
Started from the bottom and still there
Lucifer's back, that's cap
I’m still the same kid
The Christian Genius User
Christians should expose, that’s what I do
Don't care about being Transcriber, Editor, or Moderator
I’d rather be at the bottom and give the Credit to God
I'm tired of the same dumb stuff
You know the “You need a fast car you can't use
You need a couple of thots and treat them like tools
You need some drinks and drugs even though it'll kill you”
Man, shut it, I say this because it annoys me
Carti satanic self can figure out himself that these bars get dark and Hell is hot
But wait! (What?) Let me pray for these people!
(Okay)
Dear God, please protect us from these wicked people
You know, the Uzi’s, the Carti's, the Jay's
Political party doesn't matter as long as we lift up God's name
Whether you're black, white, left, right, it's time to write
These Geniuses are hiding because the idiots have took control
But that ain't me (No), that ain't KXNG Kedava, that ain't Ace Woe
That's the idiots have nothing better to do than hate
One Nation Under God, that's what we forgot
But like that I be in my Bible and my bag like I sleep in a tent
Sleeping on this, something you would regret, especially when I got The Crown
You didn't know, that now you know, but I keep my faith
And that crown of thorns is mine
I just hit my rhythm, this is not your tempo, cause I'm Too Shady
Stay out that Empire State Of Mindless, and remember Jesus is King
I'm reaching to The Top, I'm determined to, and I show love
And I still get no love, so let tell Aubrey to get in his zone cause I'ma get my game face on
So let me Bring God Back but let me talk to him again
Dear God I love my enemies but not myself, and I try not to go off the grid
But it's not Eazy to go the right way, and I try not to head to Hades
I mean go to hell, but I still know the devil gon' get dethroned, like Gay-Z
Throw me in the ringer you can't stop me at all
Unstoppable, you know it pretty well, unforgettable
Ha, crazy, but I'm-
[Bridge: KB]
Way up, way up, way up, way up, way up
All the way up, way up, way up, way up
I am as free as my hair
Cut it or comb it, forget it
I'ma do what I've been called to do, not what's expected
Just for the record, just for the record I know

[Chorus 2: KB]
I just hit my rhythm, boy
This is not your tempo, boy
Yeah, I just hit my rhythm, boy
But this is not your tempo

[Post-Chorus: KB]
This is not your tempo, this is not your tempo
Don't nobody own us, don't nobody own us
Don't nobody own us, don't nobody own us

[Verse 3: Encognito, KB, and Both]
Don't nobody own us, so know, we right here
And still here, like a statue, nah, more like 'Crae
We can go (We can go) toe-to-toe with any summer
So we got a pen game and we just bowling' dawg
Explicit as ever, vicious as ever
Christian and clever, diss it, dismiss it, this is just better
Feminized men ruining everything, we need the better
Keep the Devil away, yo soy libre, I got no chains
So know I ain't talking political party when I say-
Don't need a pity party, my people pity ya party
The party I'm a part of imparts partials of pardon
Can't pick apart any part of the picked apart
They won't part with it
I played the artist, now pardon, I brought my partners in
Started the same, but we went out different ways
But the thing is-
[Chorus 3: KB]
I just hit my rhythm, boy
You can't match my tempo, boy
I just hit my rhythm
And you can't help but fear love

[Outro: KB & Nancy Honeytree]
Think I found it, I think I found it
I, yeah
I think I found my rhythm, boy
Think I found it, I think I found it
Not one blemish does He see
When I placed all my burdens on Him
He washed them all from me