Hook:
Living every day to define mans mission
Lookin to the sky for divine transmission
Deaf mans vision makes the blind man listen
Eyes on the prize this is blind ambition

Verse:
What you find inside my mind is worse than Tyler durden
This is like if Johnny quest strapped a bomb to haji's chest and left
C4 hidden inside his turban
Then him to detonate his chest and face inside a church when
Girls and guys were learning bible verses
Leaving nobody moving, just to call it idle worship
Ironic though making a wake out a revival service
Quite disturbing but i bet before the final curtain
I get the last laugh and the final word in
I'm not a violent person, not sure if that's known
But you rap clones need backbones and I'm feelin like a spinal surgeon
And I'm determined just to prove to you you cannot be Richard
To me this rappin is a passion not a hobby mister
You toy soldiers want the war until your body's splintered
Get scorched when I put a pitchfork through you snobby hipsters
Ima storm you can't prepare for like a Mohave blizzard
Catchin all types of wreck and leavin the mic in check like Bobby Fisher
And you should probably get your things you gon have to bounce
No progression cause you're frontin but you're backin out
Struggling to find the right click like an apple mouse
And it's over when the fat lady sings and Adele's platinum, ouch
I have drive. I don't need a Benzi Beamer Bentley
Seems that many teams recieve their ending if they speak against me
Not a Muslim but you eating with police offends me
Vegan tendencies are deemed unhealthy when the beef is plenty
My 16's kill, why squeeze it til the piece is empty
How they Marvel at my bars'll turn Bruce banner green with envy
Probably resent me but you niggas embarrass me
Wearin out my patience like physical therapy
I make this music to give something to it
You do ya thang for gain we're different apparently
Napoleon complex til they niggas in Paris me
Then I'll do it bigger than Warren Buffet's mission for charity
Cut from a differently cloth, ain't no rippin or tearin me
Dollars spent on uncommon sense, I'm a bit of a rarity
Four eyes see through your lies, no vision impairing me
And I would trade it all for a minute of clarity
Im chillin out in Acapulco, illin with with a lot of locos
Fuckin proud, take a couple bows like waka flocka vocals
You got a lot of dough, does everybody got to know though
I'm sure that life's more than drops and hoes and poppin logos
Can't collect $200 dollars, you won't go for it
On the road to success but you won't floor it
They ain't gainin position cause they're aimin and missin
They claiming theyre driven but they have nothing to show for it
They claim I'm the same but no way I'm sane
I got both the Parker brothers scared to play my game
They say that I'm offroading, I'm tryna make my lane
I got Voldermort himself scared to say my name
She got too much baggage she won't take my plane
Hit up congress and break up bills to make my change
They heard he's eclectic, every word is electric
And I still show out like emergency exits
I'm the creature in the dark, tell your son and your daughter
But you're speaking to a shark that smells the blood in the water
Im the right man to lower any hype jams life span
Cause mic stands are like lambs that are coming to slaughter
Raw

Hook