[Verse 1: ShaqIsDope]
Incomplete

[Verse 2: Norman Dean]
Incomplete

[Verse 3: K.A.A.N.]
I swear to God that I went insane
I can't find my mind or my sanity
And I was baptized but never sanctified
I need Holy Water for my crucifixion
I’m sophisticated with a few convictions
You enamored with the way a n***a spit it
Style is enigmatic, do you motherfuckers feel it?
Flow is automatic, who said I wasn't the realest?
I'm a Seventh-day Adventist with this shit that I invented
The venomous villain is given and killin’ defining the feeling
I'm finding it funny
For fame and the money, frauds have been fornicated
I formulated the ends
And never gonna give it away
I've been embracin' every solitary sin
Ain't never heard of lyricism that ain't never depend
On monetary arrangements
Document it with pens
Got a whole lot of issues, I don't know where to begin
I'ma pick a pencil, pop it, point it at the pages
Paint a perfect picture, Promise that my pain is evasive within this stuff
And when a n***a really want it up was level the laceration
The scar of anticipation that came from procrastination
But I was never debatin’ I give a sickening fact
I put inside of a track
And lap a n***a, the trap
The motion I couldn’t match
You could bask in every one of my lines
No fabrication and concepts
I gotta make it real, my life inside of the content
The only way I'm dealing with the stress
But the sign is effervescent, I make a lastin’ impression, depressin'
They pressing play and these n***as are saying nothin, disgustin'
These motherfuckers are steady perpetuated the ignorance
And their competence causing mental sedation
I pray to a higher power and hopes that the elevation
Diluted any illusion confusing my generation
Goddamn