[Verse 1]

Destined for greatness
It's all but facts
The one who surpasses
In this realm remains nameless
It's alright, I'm cool
So there's a lot of raps
Quest for the holy grails
All fall without a map
The bread trail has not yet set sail
All these years and my soul still ain't up for sale
Boundaries, I knock 'em down see
I'm granted rite of passage hostiles
When I pass through the Panama Canal
According to a source, according to some
Fuck all the hearsay my flow still as gritty as the slum
No occupant anymore
Of living by the sword or dying by the gun
Prodigal son
The high priest hold an elite seat
At the table of bars and beats
For all that I've achieved
Life's flickering, my name headlining a banner
Up on the marquee
No brutal bully can fuck with me
O's a virus for rappers
If it applies to you writers
Bacteria to your body, a case of meningitis
So, children of a lesser god
This is what I'm destined for
An ally to an X-Men, enemy to the Sentinels
[Chorus]

La la la la la
La la, la laaa
From NY but my spirit's straight outta Soulsville
Oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh, oh ohhh

[Verse 2]

Watch me, clutch a cobra
Squeeze out the life in him
Extract the venom
And use it against who's sinning
Adrenaline pumping, heart thumping
My pulse racing
Fear of the unknown makes me more brazen
My eyes for change, appearances I sustain
Frequent fly miles are logged before I'm off the plane
That's right I'm still fly!
Made a deal with father time
And it cost me a dime
Like Preem' and Royce I'm in my prime
While some are lullaby'd
Out the game as if they're road kill
From NY but my spirit's straight outta Soulsville
When I'm in the zone
Words are captured on the track as if it's on film
Or visualised on stills
The product is packaged, boxed
To listen it or buying it
Don't stop 'til my flesh is cold in the ground
Which will be no time soon
As far as I can assume
But if not, you still feel my aura in the room
Poster child of vocal style
Both live and in the booth
Never faulters when I'm riding the groove
When I embark on a mission
It's well thought 'cos I'm a tactition
A practitioner craft in Gods image
[Chorus]

La la la la la
La la, la laaa
From NY but my spirit's straight outta Soulsville
Oh oh oh oh ohhh
Oh oh, oh ohhh