Jesus Year

[Verse]
Back to business, no acting different, I pace while I’m blazing lye
Racing through my mind, “How I’m gon’ take what’s mine?”
If you waiting for my new shit, patience pays, so wait in line
I been busy grave-digging my skeletons to face they crimes [ugh]
I wore these shackles, fuck a master, had to break the binds
Now I’m breaking bread with ancient minds, surfing space and time [yeah]
Seeing clearer, LASIK eyes, chase the prize
33, ain’t reached my peak, but ain’t no race when rhymes age like wines
Back on my BS, these rappers trapped in the Squid Game
While I sit back relax with the pack and listen to In Flames [yeah]
Ain’t no competition when MADic back in his pen lane
From savage snaps to the king gang, MADic mapping the end game [braatt]
Tree burner on my loose-leaf shit
Rapping till I whip in the Range white as Pookie lips
Prince Charming, high as fuck off of two, three zips
While two stepsisters tryna see do the coochie fit
Who? Me? Shit! Yeah, I’m that nigga that they talk about
On they walkabout, plotting how they gon’ talk him out
Of all that global domination awful shit he on about
And all that weed smoking, man, he ought to go the proper route [for real]
Shit, you mean the softer route
I’ma crank it up a notch, demolish any thoughts and doubts
That MADic lost his sauce when he was off and out
Nah, nigga, I still got a glass I stashed to last until Detox come out [yeah]
MADic got Binaca mouth, fresh spitting, let’s get it
Fair-weather rappers tried their best, but I bested it
Dip they toes in flows, I dove till my chest in it
Build a home in ocean lows, I invest in it [splash]
Lame dude acting you gon’ win, preposterous
I block these kids, in your girl’s cooter like a NuvaRing [yeah]
Soon the king, 33, might just cop a Jesus piece
Make you smooch the ring, but watch, imposters on they Judas ting [watch out]
Might cop an Oculus, moving all debaucherous
Metaverse coochie got me simping for an octopus [I love you, baby]
Off the kush, coughing, think my heart about to stop to push [cough]
Tell ‘em bring my flowers while I’m popping, not just posthumous [nah]
Real niggas move innocuous and drama skip
Dark matter through the nostril rips, on God, I’m on that shit [I’m high]
Oozing through my consciousness, set fire to your congresses
I’m already dropping bombs, all I need’s the phosphorus
Ostriches, yeah my neck stretching out for ya
If you think you out-foiled me, I got doubt for ya
Sending all the scouts for ya, find you in your house foyer
Suddenly you shy, oh, now you got that cloutnoia [huh]
But I ain’t really here for all that rah rah, skip
The drama blah blah, I’ma focus all my wits on all this drip [yeah]
Tell my momma on my kids that I ain’t had yet
That MADic got them godlike hits [I do]
I’m puffing eighths while I’m guzzling sriracha fifths
I ain’t quit till my Lady living Gaga rich
I’m on that aha, that aw nah, that jaw-drop shit [yeah]
On god, that Qapla, that scofflaw tip [let's go]
Son a rapper when your papa spits
I’m rolling oblong spliffs stocked with zaza piff
I love all God’s blicks, I’m talking brah brah sticks
And I stick to slick symphonies till all y’all quit

[Outro]
It’s Madic
I’m back at it [yes I am]
Back from out the casket [yes I am]
Resurrected to wreak havoc [yes I will]
Resurrected to get it cracking [you know I will]
Slapping rappers like it’s a habit [that’s true]
Mufucker, it’s MADic [that’s me]
Bu buduh bu buh bu [bu duh duh duh]
I think they get the point
I’m back
What can I say, what else can I add
I’m back