[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Tell my momma I'm a shaman rhyming
Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only idols
No, Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only rivals
I'm the Messiah of rap, my catalog's the Bible
To the new generation of lost souls
Student loans, iPhones, reality TV shows
It shows a host of wise, but blind drones
Post Babylonia, so I'm told
It could be balogna, so I don't hold it to be fact
Just tryna put the pieces together, puzzled by this madness
If that dollar crashes, niggas gone panic
What we gonna do? How we gon eat? Don't even know how to
Grow [bad word]  detached from your roots, [bad word]  me too
I'm doing [bad word]  fornicating and eating fast food
But I know I got three eyes cause I'm looking at you

[Hook: Joey Bada$$ (and Ab-Soul)]
Enter the void
This for my hundred dollar billers to destroy
Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys
People realize that it's time to deploy
Stay on point - open your third eye, boy
(And keep your [bad word] Chakras open
Keep your [bad word] Chakras open
Keep your mouth shut and keep your [bad word] Chakras open
Keep your all seeing eye open)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Had to escape nest, told Moms I'm Apex
And plus I lay checks, I bust in the latex
So it's nothing stopping the kid if you get where [bad word] from
Busting [bad word] on nuns and condoms
Don't want no problems, It's the number one solver
Can't see me with these sentences, get your bars up
I'm close to the pen, I depend on this [bad word] Ain't tryna be dead bent, I'll ascend off this spliff
You can't pretend with this [bad word] See, I know what's real and what isn't
Ain't [bad word] obscured with my vision, plus the herbs that I'm hittin'
Allow me to observe what is hidden
Could have been a cherry-pickin' [bad word]  if I ain't make jams and bury niggas
Used to be the sweetest 'til life handed me the lemons, [bad word] Now everyday I see the sour patches
The flower of life devoured into ashes

[Hook]