The Testament

[Intro: Ill Concious & Nas]
Yeah
'Cause in my physical, I can express through song (Know what I'm saying?)
I- I- I can express through song ([?] want me to talk about it)
'Cause in my physical, I can express through song (Got a story)
I- I- I can express through song

[Verse: Ill Concious]
Yo
Turn to the saviour, blessed, yes, it's the holiest scriptures, like the New Testament, writing is like the Book of Thessalonians
Tune to the authentic, no matter what episode it is
Niggas is pump faking and gassed with the best petroleum
Peace to the kings, speak to thosе needing esteem, peeping a scheme, Empathizе with the shooters fleeing the scene
Son it's in my genes, clean, my steez is pristine
I was conceived, on fifteen-fifty McKeen
Rocking Zirconies' while the gods was poppin' the chromie'
Before the raw we synonymous with the Rock and Jabroni
No rocks in the Rollie' playing Tekken alive on the Sony
Before the thoughts arrived and tryna' die by the Oni
Pops was a user got it popping like lollapalooza
Before I rocked the fronts that I copped from the jeweler
Chewing bazookas while the thugs on the blocks with the Rugers
Truly my generation the first fluent at using computers
Never had Disneyland plans, my grandma the greatest but she returned to the essence before the kidney transplant
Took her sickness for granted through stressing her cat-scans
Dialysis everyday never thought it was that bad (She was ill)
And I don't mean to get sentimental, but real shit my son died up in that hospital
My thoughts projected that god was deceptive
Had my heart affected cause he place that infection inside his small intestine
Niggas see me the man with the lingo
Thinking my life is dancing flamingos in Santa-Domingo
The man dingo, never jam when letting the thing go
Like Pablo and Gustavo busting caps at the gringos