[Intro]
The storm has lost forever rage
While passion inflames the heart

[Sampled Chorus]

[Verse One: Being]
It's the lyrical mystic, kicking cryptic hieroglyphics
Every script is dripping with physics
No love for the realest niggas
I let you niggas figure, stuck on a glacier
A long way from home I’m all alone zoned out to tones of mother nature
I jumped the day job, waiting patiently for the undertakers
The thunder maker, kill every conversation as the ancient beings coronate ya
The intellectual sapient takes the throne of Persia
On the road to Asia, smoking acacia puffing blue smoke
Possession is just a long stick and some few clothes
‘Cause this life truly, truly was a cruel joke
Very, very few folks ever go through broke to woke to provoked
I invoke the ghosts of the Popes bringing hope to Muslims and Christians
So respect, ‘cause the Imam is risen

[Sampled Chorus]

[Verse Two: Tulip]
I’m a stand-up nigga, what the fuck nigga
Stand up nigga, I’m the law killer
Waived by the rest of y’all niggas
The eagle done land to nest all y’all niggas
Fresh gang from the ghetto, na him we be
We dey sell yarns like tomato, the industry
We don’t care now from the get go, begin dey speak
Kill the beat, sicker than ill, fetish is real
The boy fly already, got no more room left
That dope kaya ready, omo na chew best
Swimming in my ocean of thoughts
I’m getting dazed by the haze and it’s potent of course
And I can understand what my niggas lurking
Purple haze in my brain, I’m the king with no reign
Levitate with the pain, I’m the script with no reel
I’m the king with no queen, I play the illest for real

[Sampled Chorus]

[Verse Three: Xplain D Don]
I’m never on a codeine diet
You can catch me in the lab steady decoding science
Rolling papers by Bob Marley filled with potent hybrid
Stoned in Zion, mind probably old as Mayans
Murder gods with my hands in a bowl like Pilate
Or play the role of Barabbas, I’m a rogue and tyrant
(Yo) There’s no love in the heart of the city
A shogun, I tote guns, I got accomplices with me
Tulip and Eye Arm, that’s truly cat’s pajamas
Quick to turn some live crews into a bunch of dark cadavers
Abracadabra, disappear to a lost mountain
Spit till I’m thirsty then replenish from a cursed fountain
Been a Don never ass-licked for incentives
It’s strictly beer-bongs and hashish in the trenches
I’ll probably earn cash from this talent that I’m blessed with
When it’s all said and done, it’s simply panem et circences

[Sampled Chorus till fade]