Decoded

[Locksmith: Verse 1]
I’m from the region of Kedar
Y’all not really on my radar
I’m a descendant of Hagar
I just used to be a Bay Star, Now I perform on the ‘A’ card
Now I just prefer to spray bars, Light up the booth like an A.R
Im, Im, Im
Why they keep on saying ‘Im’
Maybe to build up their self-esteem, That don’t comply with a healthy Deen
That’s a plural of respect, Hmp
Go confirm it in the text
Go confer it with your ex, Hmp
I prefer it in the flesh
Occultation
Got it from the 12
That’s a confirmation
Not from the 12 that’s a confrontation, Nor the 12 that dwells in the population
Oxidation
Rappers can’t breath when it’s Lock they facing
Still y’all sleep when the plot they chasin, If you watch the signs you can spot the agents
All of you artists you come for my progeny
I know your plot is to go come up off of me
I won’t accept any crumb that they toss to me
Pay me upfront, that’s the philosophy
I know they just want to grandstand
Came to my hood and that man ran
My killers wet you like ZamZam
Blood on the Lamb
I don’t want to spend another minute
Just admit it if you mean it
If you really wanna dig it
You can sleep in a deep fall
I’ve been steady pleading for my people
Trying to feed them but the reason is some of us devolved
Like to jaywalk but it’s Eashoa
I tip the scale like a seesaw
Y’all Rappers still playing Leap Frog
I’m watching out for the Dajjal (Dayum…)
God as my witness, I’ve spotted the sickness
I’m so sick of hearing about watches & bitches
I challenge my peers on our opposite interests
Yeah
Locked in the booth but won’t cop you repentance
My only reply is with hostile intentions
If I get denied then I’m hopping the fences
Im, Im, Im
Why they keep saying Im
You really think you the Elohim
You do not know what the hell it mean
That’s a plural of respect
Hmp
I refer you to the text
Hmp
I refer you to what’s next
Hmp
You’ll confirm it in your death
(Bye, Bye Bitch…)
I speak the truth while you follow Theosophy
My attitude is that your crew is apostasy
Y’all follow suit with that Madame Blavatsky
(You weak as fuck…)
I know you artists is scared to acknowledge me
Y’all raise a prophet to profit from modesty
Y’all run away when they mention my artistry
Know I’m a rebel, I revel in
Any new element you was scared to settle in
Whether you relevant or never do bet again
Imma be hesitant if you never was ever kin
I can smell the bitch in your pedigree
All the fakeness that you pedal me
Automate this through my legacy
Nah, if you don’t embrace this then it’s jealousy