The return of the boom bap sound so watch a beast rise 
They’re watching me now, I got the street’s eyes 
American rebel, I’m throwing peace signs 
Peeling in a tinted-out [bad word]  the seats reclined 
 [bad word] with sized [bad word] hollering he’s fine 
Every since my bank account followed with signs 
In this foul country I love I live on the east side 
The east coast, specifically reside 
In the home of three stripes, land of the Celtic green 
You wanna step to get at me I ain’t seldom seen 
I’m in the Bean daily unless I’m on tour 
Unless I’m posted up at Cali banging a blowing [bad word] 
Or banging off four-fours if I gotta shoot em 
I put a bullet in you, let’s see if you’re not a human

[Verse 2]

I’m the freedom fighter ghost writer, Slaine’s a religion 
Violent criminal with no priors who ain’t in a prison 
Got my eyes on the prize, it stays in the vision 
They switch blue green to hazel, what’s in em? 
Basel and cinnamon, pizza slices for days in my denim 
My hoody tied tight rocking Js in the winter 
Steady planning my invasion to enter 
The rap game’s like a [bad word]  sprayed my eggs in the center 
And I ain’t afraid of doing federal sentences 
I’d rather spit paragraphs of venom kid, the most venomous 
 [bad word] the devil if gods win then send em in 
Tell em if hip hop is dead I’m the medicine 
Look at the state that my [bad word] head is in 
It’s only a matter of time before they let us in

[Verse 3]

So the question’s do I fall off and throw it away? 
Do I go back to having nothing left with nowhere to stay? 
Do I continue to [bad word] with death and go to the bay? 
Or do I make this music until you know what I say? 
I’m the voice of the leaving sick dead and depraved 
Hopeless and lost, the temptations that led me astray 
Will this game I hate so much it led me to stay 
I guess I ain’t the same [bad word] you said I was hey 
On the corner I was known as a loner 
In the industry I’m a broken microphone, a goner 
I’m the lost soul at the crossroads 
I’m the harsh reality to believe in, you pray I’m not so 
Jesus Christ I’m precise repping these three stripes 
Even when I’m overseas stepping with these Nikes