作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)
 We still talkin' about slavery
 But these are my proof to show you that slavery up
 Yeah, I've got the seventh seal in my hand
 Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation
 Cash strapped HBCU, but I'll take it
 Plagiarized "This Is Water"
 No Foster Wallace, but I'll fake it, I'll fake it
 Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking
 Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases
 In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I'm patient
 Graceful as third generation bomb makers
 Dancin' spiders weave the wires
 In basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching
 Squealing tires as per the arrangement
 Hiding Places was inside my mind's labyrinths and mazes
 Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces
 Lord knows, it's hard being famous
 Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion
 Sounding happier, sounding like sincere
 I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura
 Mandrax under the front passenger
 Deus Ex Machina every chapter
 I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets
 ****ing on cold nights
 Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning
 Catch a body after tampering with the body camera
 It's a cancer
 It's a mass in the abdomen, it's a tuned mass damper
 Old man Barnum, super scammers
 Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I'm a dandy
 No bam in the backwood, color of brandy
 Acrid, greed, banana and ackee
 King Tubby, wherever I'm at, that's the hit factory
 Russian waters, liquid borders
 Meet me at the shore, address me as your lord
 I'm with death, flipping quarters
 Grilling swordfish on the back of a black orca
 Opening the records, 180 gram warping
 Four fingers on the lazy susan
 Breathless detail, what my house of the moon meant
 First drape the cruel lens
 Player's jurisprudence
 Naked underneath, save for the Ruger
 A real boofer, rumor
 Boy with the red balloon drifting toward a new Earth
 Cloud burst before the boom, like quickening in the womb
 Quivers coursing through, contortions
 I'm at the source, true north, new morning
 Sea birds and jetsam
 What I needed and a little bit extra
 Yep, yep, I seen it, shiny chrome dipped in polish
 Handsome gun, a mnemonic picture so you frame the logic
 Your mind the greatest weapon, but your heart the biggest target
 Marksman
 I devour from the lands of time forgotten
 Power, power, power, on the minds of those without it
 Cowards in high places refute this world is ours
 Flowers from misguided recruits, the light rerouted
 I watch Ms. Rogers splayed on the stoop and cry for hours
 They liars, only trust that can 'prove, when the truth is a virus
 I'm giant, I'm giant, no weapon formed shall triumph
 They left us out to dry, I recombined like I designed it
 Reclining with the lions, like the coyote overcome the donkey
 Raised on self reliance when Jah didn't provide enough
 Scratching and surviving, shooting tight for months
 Maybe greed, maybe not, when I see Zion
 Aquarius moon, the various roots consume
 Ritual smoke fumed above the tomb
 Ain't no white witch b***h here on nobody broom
 Aight then, boom
 We tarry for whom, scarab bearer blooms
 In the ruins feeling tender, render me unctuous
 Ain't no telling where I might end up
 Entombed, a living artifact, far from yours
 Drums or horns or harpsichords
 Distant form upon horizon
 You can try, but if the heart denies, find silence
 Glad tidings
 I tell you, see I wanna get in
 Help