Scriptures

[Verse 1: Ransom]
I'm known for writing the deepest of scriptures
Speak with conviction, not these regular rappers that you see in these pictures
Not being malicious, I'm the prototype, the pros are right
I'm cold as ice, every time that this pro co-write the flow's precise
Got nothing left but still I know my rights
So keep all your hot takes up here, the coldest price, I'm known to bite
Soul of Christ, stroll through the Valleys of Death, I'm holy but sadly oppressed
Suppose we can carry his steps, Lord Willin’
Was once depictеd as a harsh villain
But now I'm the God, enlightenеd many lost children, start building
Save your lessons, no need to pay attention, it's free of course
Baby steps when it comes to the missions we abort, We the source, you now realized it
Believe in Logic, Def Jams and our futures the way that we describin'
A different frequency that we can vibe with, we the highest
David and the beast Goliath, pay us for the peace or riot

[Verse 2: Chino XL]
Every verse that I'm spilling is a cold slaughter
But you know that damn well like two structures that hold water
The flows that I thought of are haunted in this day of atonement
Contacting Chino for a song's but a literal "Come to Jesus" moment
Born Of Resistance, scorned by swarms of life forms with a formidable interest
Every song I invented was met like a vet with a torn meniscus
Derek Barbosa jerseys, Rocky Balboa, known for going the distance
Smokin' the pistons, it's bent that you're heavier than Brock Lesnar's wrist is
I'm from the same city as Treach is, where the crime wave is high
And the coke whiter than the light people claim they see when they first die
So how you want to scuffle? Guns or knuckles, struggle with my ton of muscle
Don't get dropped off of the top of the turnbuckle by Lady London's uncle
Locked in a dungeon that's dysfunctional, pivotable spit, lungs distribute a few variant tongues that are untouchable
Graduate of the East West Conflict Institute in my prime
Perpetually outshine, eventual syllable miserable darks touch you
Hello Darkness My Old Friend, my heartless friends a legend like Simon and Garfunkel
Chino's legitimate, bars are lit again
Spitting scars and carcinogens
Both Satan and God equally wanna sue hard and litigate
My diss dismembers your limbs you might want to refrigerate
So later a surgeon can reattach your arms minus the ignorant hand you write that trash scribble with
I'm ill but I'm literate, I'm illiterate, so nonconsiderate
I'm indifferent and articulate, wanna celebrate to be heralded as a heretic
Beyond America, fly me to the Emirates, teach me Arabic
So I can discover deeper sciences and elements and uncover religion equivalent to Genesis
We ain't gotta associate, I know I don't spit it appropriate
But any instrumental after I vocal it, they say the vocal lit
You don't want this written in all caps, fuck your soft raps
I'm more twisted than The Riddler, ain't no middle pedal in this whip no more, I'm pushing all gas
Intelligent and merciful but can't let a fool live
Eighth grade, eighth grade, I'm just repeating it like you did