[Verse 1: MK Ultra]
And I just wanna make it with this rap shit
Came with the flame of a match stick
Aim for the fame like a basket
Training my brain all these lames stay the same tryna match it
Be afraid of my name, bring pain til it rain and you laying in a casket
I'm Caine, in a chain, with this game, I'm insane, get sprayed by assassins
Then the hi hats come in
I swear all of you hunger like a bypassed
Stomach
I'm just finishing my meal from when I last hunted
And I'm running outta dough, spent my last hundred (woah)
Just spent my last hundred
I'm running outta dough
So I'm working on the flow
Got a milli' for a show, mama where you wanna go?
I'ma buy you a jet so we can fly past summits

Damn, that's the dream son
Money and power
Where the wolves seeks freedom
All of these sheep seem to differ when you meet em
But really they all looking for a Shepherd who can lead em
And I've taken the role
Because I kick game, steady making them goals
But all this stressing really taking its toll
Tryna spit fire but I'm shaken and cold
So the masses in the herd
Real passive to the word
Of they master
Tired of the slow, go faster
MK you ain't no rapper
Anything you spit don't matter
Nobody gon' hear yo chatter
That's what scares me the most
Tryna be real I'm afraid I'm a ghost
These are the moments I hear whispers from the devil
So I'm picking up the pistol and I put it to my temple and I -
[Verse 2: MK Ultra]
All I see is red
I'ma leave all these haters dead
MK bringing back that gangsta shit
Repping TGH who I came up with
And I never really fail to put the flame up in
Even Satan's speakers
Coming with an army, having tamed the reapers
You will never catch me settling for average, so I'm coming back on the same track like Lazarus
It's a fact that everybody backpacks onto the hack who really lacks tact
I'm the last cat who could really pack raps in a hatchback, deal it to them fiends in the crack shack, give em flashbacks, let me back track
Man I'm coming with the Armageddon
Better get ya self armed with weapons
Bomb ya presence
X on Islamic lessons
When I spit it gives you all depression

Put ya eyes on me now
Demons coming with me watch em rise from the ground
Storming up ya stronghold
Letting all these bombs go
Dropping napalm
Can't hide from us now
Can't ride with us now
Less you been from the start
Top five lists, I just teared em apart
Leading revolutions, y'all be loving it
Maybe while I'm at it even overthrow the government
This is my town now
Planting my flag and have you all bow down, to the crown
Thought I was finished when that gun shot rang
Chewing on my thoughts make ya gum rot mane
Tryna leave a mark like a blood drop stain
From the top of the pops to the slum spot game
Scoring all these points, like a jump-shot play
Man I won't ever quit til the sun stops. Wait!
Like hold on a sec
Despite all the lies that Obama said
We got bandits on the planet steady stirring up the panic
Going manic with this rapping got the semi automatic
Squad shit with The Heretix, building our culture
Try to stay away if its easy to insult ya
Shotty to ya body and we leaving it for vultures
Warn the world about me, it's MK ULTRA