Album Mode

[Intro: S.E.G.A.]
When do you think an artist hits rock bottom?
C-C-C-COBRA

[Verse 1: Logpog & CER10]
T.B.D.; to be decided:
Who's the next rapper I’m leavin' silent?
You don't stack up, you just be typin’ (Okay!)
I know all y'all tryna steal my likeness, yeah! (Yeah)
I'm a constant kamikaze
Droppin' knowledge bombs, ha!
Like you Joe, you just be sloppy
I ain't talking moms— (I—)
I'm risin' out of the lake
Like I was the Loch Ness Monster (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
All of these rappers are spitting against me
They always just do it so awkward
When you see them all up in the street
You know that they got the bad posture (C-C-C-COBRA)
Bendin' ’em right over when they be seein’ me (Yeah!)
Comin' ’cause I be a- (Hold up!)

[Verse 2: CER10]
Yo
The Word is my weapon, I'm ready for enemy battle
Seein' several snakes in the grass again (Okay)
If they're really drowin’ 'cause all their remedies shallow
When the rain is comin' down with so many praisin' the Baphomet
I'll be there forever for Father, fightin' these demons (Pew-pew, pew-pew, pew!)
'Cause He's a livin' example and also a light in the deep end (Holy Fire)
Destined to fall, but I stepped up by God's grace
Truth is, I'm human and lesser than Yahweh (Hey, yeah, ayy!)
But I'm back in the game, and I rap with the Flame
And a lack of refrain to say truth (Woo!)
So many artists been actin' insane (Word!)
'Cause they laugh in the face of Jesús (Yeah)
MAC-11 burst to evil spirits
Here to rap poetic verse to heal a heathen (C-C-C-)
Stay on route (Route), don't need a change in directions
Optometrist vision, reframin' perspectives

[Verse 3: Shaun VI]
You need some glasses
You cannot see all the skill, yeah, I've had it
Back of the class, I've been writin', been at it
I've been addicted to it like an addict, fire- my rappin' (Yeah, ayy)
Fire the guns if you want, I'm not gonna run (Brrt-brrt!)
But, you a gunner? Run
I got the RPG right on my side and we ready to fire
So maybe you gonna run (Woah, ayy!)
I've been on top by myself
You cannot put my feelings on the shelf
I got the bars like a cell, cold delivery like mail
They've been waitin' 'til I fail (Fail-Fail)
But I'm not, you can't stop me, I know that you salty
I've been waitin' for dinner to eat my competition like, pro'bly (Pro-pro-pro'bly, ayy)
Hold up when I'm on it, ayy (Ayy)
Better be ready, 'cause everybody dry like concrete

[Verse 4: Glexander]
I don't got time for none of this, right
Y'all think that you're runnin' this game, but you're not
Thought you were slick, but in the act, you've been caught
Doin' anything you can to give the loser one shot
You think that you're some kind of mastermind
When it's obvious that ain't the truth (Truth) (COBRA)
Instead of plannin' my downfall
How 'bout you hop inside of the booth? (Booth)
I've been on my grind, ain't never asked "Please?"
You struggle to rhyme, I defeat you with ease
Silence your music, man, use a suppressor
Command you to run, and then you go- ("Yes, sir!")
A-A-A-All the way back to the funeral home
Wonderin' if you'll spend your future alone
It's time to drop that slightly humorous tone
Like Kanye, I'm tearin' down all your small domes (All your small domes)

[Outro: Shaun VI]
Yeah!