Ra Scion Aqua Vitae
I went by the book, I meant what I said
I did what I could, you left me for dead
No wonder I'm a mess, uh!
Dismantled my frame, channeled that power
And chanted that name 'til I became an architect
Plans in the pocket wet from trekking through this estuary
Corridors are covered with the blood of the ancestry
Legend of the West said they was hunting for a sunken chest
Similar circumstances surrounded my uncle's death
Sustenance of mother's milk, honey suckle, supple breast
Trouble is y'all was tryna gut fish minutes after sunset
Usurping the coup (?) the youna bumping this (?)
(?) Bus pack my jimmy a (?) champion of justice, uh!
Abandoning the pantheon for lower ground
Tryna get this focus down is harder with these Romans 'round
Oddly enough we're so much closer to what's Godly, really
When the mind is pure and body filthy
Embody every quality that ill in my prosopopoeia
Sick of watching non-believers constantly fulfill they party's prophecy
Shoebox philosophy, they spewin' out a glossary
Of polytheist speak, Greek mythology
Promise me you not part of that colony that shot at me
Possibly I let you sip a shot with me and slip into that Knob Creek
Wade in that debauchery and play with such ferocity
That they can see the choking out the weed of mediocrity
All or nothing and nothing is stopping me
Pressing like the call button, holla from the lobby of your property
Canvassing in converse, scrambling for converts
Handing out a Psalms verse, brother I'm the wrong person
For you witnessing I'm in the choir now, standing next to Todd Sykes
Finna bring the hammer back in
Uh... and we barely breakin' even
It's three hours of sleep and even them is in the P.M
Spending every waking moment hoping we get back to Eden
Ain't nothing wrong if that's what you believe in
I'm resigned to be the last one breathing
It's moderately ironic, I'm asthmatic
Chronic tobacco smoker
But I'm told that Moses was a stammerer
Still he managed to hand a whole nation a code
Wait in the cold for the fire
Spark a light, raise it up into the sky with the igniter
Got a coat of mad accelerant to blow it even higher
That old shit expired, we the newest group of writers
Inciting the youth to exercise God-given rights
Proof: you see God in the light that's a god on the mic
It might be some gods in here tonight
And if it is I pray they show me what we working towards
What we sacrificing and stealing and lying for
I ain't tryna settle for 30 second commercials anymore
Put your money where my mouth's at, circle come full
See we reworking the rules, 'bout to revert to these tools
And unearth the birth of cool, show you first hand
Make it you take it personal
Ain't no worry wasted on the worth they placin' on it
The laymans who lay they hands on it, more power to 'em
I hope they lead the whole town to ruins
And the crown in a pool of urine, blood on the tomb
I attest they got the spirit of the West runnin' through 'em
I'mma ride for 'em, testify for 'em, die for 'em
And when I go, I'll hold a couple spots the other side for 'em
Uh! And that's the business
Yeah, we stand before God, who y'all callin' to witness?
Yeah, that's the business
Yo, we stand before God while y'all callin' some bitches