[Intro: Frukwan]
Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two
Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo
We on ya ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast

[Chorus: Poetic]
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish

[Verse 1: Frukwan]
Judas, Xavier, Samson, Delilah
Now and nowadays, Gatekeep' living Messiah
Prophecise, historically, the wise category
Superiority in the game, explain my story
Dopely lavish, they're doing that like a savage
Concentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushing carriage
Rapping the average, speaking on riches
Teaching that all mankind is acting deaf, dumb and blind
Beating with stripes, worshipping the glitter of lights
Calling the Twilight Zone, pending on cellular phones
Batteries low, got no dough, what's facing you?
Sporting ya jewels and twenty-seven n***as chasing you
Ultimate blast, constantly repeating a path
In an attempt to represent our class be exec
To get higher for what you desire
Yo n***a, your blood shall be required
Give it here..
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Poetic]
Fix ya face, y'all know the tricks of the trade
Trade the six for the eight, split their cake
Spit fire and escape on track, face the facts
I annihilate the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on wax
We all wanna shine but we all don't seem to have the mind
To design schemes that align teams
Just a crime scene of blind teens in the rap kingdom
Where cats keep bling-a-ling-a-linging
And it's fine, I love it when the black man shines
Bringing hope to the habitat where fiends do dope
Snort coke and carry battleaxes
Players buy Cadillacs, hunched in their seat
Pumping the beat, when stomping the street they come with the heat
Cause flamboyant n***as get punched in the teeth
When they fronting the beef, but who brings relief
For the average 9-to-5 cat carrying grief?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn]
Brooknam, grace and charm, stay calm but crumbs hit Lebanon
Black woman of the queen leprechaun from Lexington
Don't disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun
Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run
Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction
Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson
But my weapon ring automatic projection
Blow out your reception, hose through your reflection
Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection
Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends
Twenty-one-two, still getting money with the Wu
Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew
And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews
Y'all n***as faking jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat
I live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac's
Worth divine, alphabetically spilt
[Chorus]