Lyrics:

Burn something kid
Yeah, like, you know what am saying (yeah)
Let me tell you something man (put that shit out, please God)
Through the man's mind, God, he sees his elevation, God
See through his mind, he sees his elevation, God
Because he, this where he begins to know that where he come from
See some people don't have no direction, God
Because they don't know the science of they self
See the science of life is the science of you
All the elements that it took to create you
'Cause everything that's in the universe, God
That's created the universe, God, is just within you
You see what I'm saying? And that's what they, that's the mind that you can't see
Don't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, God
He'll fall out and die, if he sees the shit that goes on, inside?
So, you mean to tell me I'm made up of all this right here?
You're the creator of all this (right)
Because all these things must happen, it must take place
See people go back in the day, God
They say, yeah well, one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thing
Everything you see always has been and always will what be, alright?
Regardless the whom or what, it's got to be
Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothin'
Word up?
Got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right?
Blow his back out, make his shoes worth
Hey, y'all this shit be off the noggin rock it, whatever cock block it
Cat gets blown, who own this street corner, foreigners hesitate to rock a Hummer
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer, for real, marinating nigga's skating
Debating waiting style flowingly relating, fine line switch it on y'all, like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine, titanium hydro collides though
Yo, dun-dun prolly this conjunction, son one, slang doctor, medicated kids pay it
Say it, these niggas in affect dun, stay rap related, cassette rhymer, 5G cosigner, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like Linus, mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzing with one sword, get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Enough shit to get your whole team crazily sent, now all I need is a half-gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust this mic dick and make three seeds, then max out like two Ac's inside the parking lot
Son barks a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot, what now blow, clicking like a calico
Gold, maxi million, one love keeps it real y'all
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas, peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Park the blue 600, wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugs, I'm way above
These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug
It's like the pennant, seminar's the playoff
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace
Perpetuals, this curly-head kid's treacherous
Let go the ego, so we can deep, deep dive like Lego
Throw on can, can eat that plus this instrumental
Ah, shit say Starkologist
Starkologist, fried fish halibut
Pull out the bullhorn, let's celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G in pep ridge farms from out of millions
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's
I hold down the place, no shots to the face
Elite special force no religious style faith
The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Manhandle pain killing erect my hidden
Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule, and strand
Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden eye, spy versus spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz Cigar art, three verse invention
Divine universal black man representing
Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero
Renaissance rebel chatter boxing your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew